#yandere sweet pea

[arieswritez]

yan!mark talks to you this way when you try to escape btw!! 🫶🏾🫶🏾 restraining orders are literally just suggestions when it comes to mark 🥺

mumble mumble predator/prey dynamic with yan!mark mumble mumble

cw; mentions of stalking, yan!mark, no smut but suggestive, just me rambling lolll, mdni 💕

yan!mark who never thought about pinning you until one day you sneak up on him to scare him (joke) and he just completely flips you over his hip and onto the floor. you have to fight back the vertigo from the way your entire world tilted to tell him it's just me! just me!!

and he's got his fist in the air, ready to strike.

his gaze softens when. . yeah. it is just you.

but he still hovers over you because. . you look so alarmed. your eyes wide with fear. your breath picking up. he can hear your heartbeat if he concentrates.

you look like a scared, cornered animal and mark has. . never been harder LMAOO. don't be surprised if he just gets on his knees and starts pulling your pants down <3

good luck trying to break up with him!! stalking you gives him a stiffy!!! xx

[yandere-kokeshi]

Why is that person acting like the fanfic police? Like bro? If you don’t like it or agree, why tf are you still here?

Also, if you’re actually good at reading these fics (which i assume you think you are since you feel like you’re entitled to bossing other people around), then you would be able to analyse that Bakugou does have an obsession with the reader in a yandere type of way, but he is completely aware of it and is therefore able to control it.

The guy ur calling out? His fanfics are immaculate 👌 get another hobby pls ✌️

[thehauntedetheral]

JUST AN WRITING IDEA.

I just had a weird writing idea. Imagine you are a daughter from a very influential and wealthy business family. Your parents want to set you up for an arrange marriage with a powerful family just like yours. So to escape from this arranged marriage you came up with a plan. You told your parents you like yandere and want to marry him only. And your parents loved this. Because after all yandere has everything power, status, reputation, money, everything. But how come you are ready to marry him? What's the sudden change of heart? After throwing so many tantrums and rejecting numerous grooms.

Well few days ago your best friend told you that yandere likes only men and might be in a secret relationship with his male secretary. And he doesn't tell about his sexuality to anyone because his family who has most of the shares of company is homophobic.

So you made a plan. You told your parents you want to marry yandere only and no one else and yandere doesn't like women so he will obviously reject you and you will cry over the rejection and postpone your arrange marriage for some months in the facade of heartbreak.

Your plan began. To show your family and people that you are badly down for yandere you did many things. You flirted with him like a shameless every chance you got.

Would tell everyone how you are madly in love with him and will marry him one day. While people thinking that you are the most delusional person on this earth.

You would crash into his office uninvited and act like a cute girlfriend which you totally are not.

Would call him the most weird and chessy names like "My marshmallow, my sweet pea, love of my life, my future husband" in front of everyone while yandere ignores you like it's a daily occurrence which actually now has become a daily occurence.

"Won't you give your girlfriend a hug or a kiss?"

"I know your way of telling me that you love me is ignoring me"

One day you brought a huge ass size flower bouquet for him while saying "Since you don't give me flowers one of us have to do this babe"

You quite enjoyed teasing him. And did I mention you also teased his secreaty with yandere's name. By saying "Yandere is quite good looking good choice secretary. Have a nice night" while winking at him.

You are hundred percent sure that yandere thinks you are one of his crazy delulu fangirls just like thousands of many. But is only tolerating you because you are daughter of one of his important person.

Until one day he drags you into a corner at an event. Traping your back infront of a wall with his arms from side towering above you.

"Are you really that desperate to marry me, huh?" He asked.

"Well of course after all you are the love of my life " you Said smiling staying in your crazy fangirl character.

"Then marry me this weekend " he said with the most straight expression.

"Wait. Aren't you gay?" You said being totally surprised.

"I have always liked women y/n. "

Little do you know yandere ignored you in start but as the time passed now you have got him stuck with your thoughts 24/7. And there is no way backing out now. He is going to have you no matter what.

This is just a idea I got into my mind and shared it with you. Hope you liked it. If you want a longer version let me know through comments.

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[thatnonameuser]

Hi!! Good morning, good afternoon or good night depending on when you read this.

First of all, I want to clarify that I am not very good at English 🥲. It's not my native language, so I'll use Google translator in some parts.

I wanted to ask what it would be like to have a very kind, loving and carefree darling in Yandere TW.

For example:

When the teachers talk about yanderes and darlings in class, our MC just thinks it's a joke, no matter how weird it may be.

When Ace suddenly appears in MC's bedroom, at the night, instead of welcoming him worried and trembling with fear (and with a knife), she welcomes him with open arms and even accep Ace offer to sleep next to her and Grim, even though they would be very cramped and probably uncomfortable.

Or being a sweet pea with every yandere in the Au just, because, yes? Even when the boys show very notable toxic, manipulative and sadistic tendencies that can harm, directly or indirectly, other people, or even worse, her self.

I really appreciate you reading this and just respond if you want. I don't want to bother.

I almost forgot to say it, but I love your Yandere TW stories.

It was night time when I got this, and firstly, thank you so much and don't worry I love to answer these.

I'll make this an imagine, so I hope you enjoy it.

TW: Drugging, aphrodisiacs

Imagine.....

This world is a little strange, but you're in a whole new world so, why should you judge? Sure, it's a little strange, but it has to be a joke. Right?

This is a villain school, right? This is all just to teach them to do that. New world, new rules. There's nothing wrong. Nothing to be afraid of.

Sure. Ace got into your room through the window in the middle of the night, but he was kicked out of his dorm and had nowhere to go. A little desperation is understandable.

"Hey, _____ Lemme stay with you, I'm real slim. I won't take up much space~" Oh, of course you said, yes. What were you going to do, let him sleep outside? He's your friend, friends have sleepovers sometimes. Yeah, you were forced to cuddle in real close to both fit, but it was considering how cold, it was a little body heat was nice.

Sure, you felt his hands get a little close in places, or him holding you too tight in others. But he was sleeping and the bed was already a tight fit.

There was nothing to worry about.

So when Trey offered you a variety of sweet-smelling and delicious-looking tarts....

"I accidentally made too many, ____ would you like some?" Once again, you said yes. Free food, by a baker that made such delicious desserts when cheap ol Crowley refused to give you anything fast, how could you say no? He was just being nice!

Sure, a good half hour after you ate them you started to feel very, very warm. So warm that your clothes became stifling. So warm that your skin felt like it was on fire. So warm that you needed to kick Grim out of your room so that you could relieve the burn. But maybe you were just pent up? You never did feel like that before.

There was nothing to worry about.

So when Jack frequently started offering you and then covering you with his jacket, regardless of whether or not you asked.....

"Put this on."

"Why?"

"Just keep it on." You didn't object, didn't stop it from happening. The weather was getting colder, maybe he was just covering you with it because he thought you were cold, it was autumn and soon it would be winter. He was just being nice.

Sure, it eventually progressed to him touching you more and more, keeping at it until you smelled vaguely of his cologne. And yeah, while it really annoyed Leona and Ruggie, it kept the other beastmen away from you.

There's nothing to worry about.

So when you got into a scuffle that ended with Leona leaving a large bite mark meant to be permanently planted in the back of your neck for all to see.

"Oi, Herbivore don't cover my mark." You did as he said and moved on. It was just a coincidence that after Jack and Ruggie saw it they got very mad. Or the Octavinelle trio. But again it was just a coincidence.

There's nothing to worry about.

So when Floyd squeezed you so tight that your ribs felt like snapping and he wouldn't let go no matter how much you begged him to.

So when you suddenly felt sick after eating whatever Jade prepared for you, which was conveniently when you were spending time with people that were not him.

So when Azul offers you contract after contract, that are meant to tie you to him forever.

So when Kalim gave you gift after gift. Each more expensive than the last. Jewellery, Clothes, Food, and more all exotic or ridiculously expensive. And he'd keep giving them no matter how much you refused.

So when you blanked out mid conversation with Jamil, and woke up, with a headache and no memory of why there was a snake bracelet around your bicep.

So when Epel gets into fights with the delinquents that bother you, beating the life out of them and coming to you to treat whatever injuries he gets. Fights he gets into no matter how many times Vil punishes him for them.

So when things go missing from your room, especially on the days you meet Rook, especially some of your more personal belongings.

So when after the afternoons Vil takes to 'polish' the apple he considers you to be

So when you start to find some hidden cameras in your room after

So when Malleus gave you that necklace charm that you couldn't take off no matter how hard you pulled.

So when Silver visits your dreams, saving you from your nightmares and trying to serenade you while you slept.

So when Sebek, even with his clear dislike of humans, treats you like you're so fragile that he doesn't even consider leaving you alone.

Your conclusion is always the same.

They were just being nice.

You were overeacting.

Nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.

[snail-migraine]

Requested by: @elysiumrealms

Sure! I did think some fleshing out on how the rest of the family acts around them would be cool to write. Sorry this took so long btw, my inbox gets stuffed pretty quickly and it was finals week. Anyway thanks for the ask!

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Anon-Yan 💌‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Platonic Yandere Malleus

Pt.3

For you, the time before your punishment was nothing but a blurry mess.

Genuinely you don't remember all your horrible habits and manipulative tactics, you just remember acting on your insticts and not really thinking before you acted.

The few things you do remember is the interactions you had with your other family members.

The most memorable were the ones with Grandpa Lilia, when you were younger he loved cuddling you upside-down. Even if his grip was iron-strong it still felt so warm that you didn't want to leave.

When you got older he would allow you to play with some of his video games, he was always so sweet and helpful. Making sure you never got too frustrated at one certain part before taking the controller from you and completing whatever challenge had you stumped.

Lilia just loves babying you in a way he never got to with either of his original children.

He never failed to make you feel like the spoiled little brat you were.

"Ooh! Don't cry Darling, there's no need for that. Here, do you need Grandpa to help you? Okay sweet-pea. Don't worry, grandpa's here for you"

Then there's uncle Silver, who whose probably the most boring person to hang out with out of everyone in the family.

Don't get me wrong, you enjoyed his company but nothing even vaguely interesting happened whenever you hung around him.

He always really apologetic about it though, even going as far to bring you a little toy everytime he was allowed alone time with you. Typically is just a teddy bear, so that at night when you fell asleep you would think of your uncle Silver.

"Sorry we weren't able to play today. Here, have this. It's so when you fall asleep at night, you'll always remember your uncle Silver."

Your uncle sebek on other hand, he was hard to forget.

He was always loud, his voice commanded battalions after all. So a voice like his would definitely need for job like that.

You and him never played together, in his own words "WAKA-SAMA'S CHILD DESERVES A MUCH BETTER PLAYMATE THAN A LOWRANKING OFFICER SUCH AS MYSELF!"

Or whatever that was supposed to mean. You never really understood his way of thinking. While he was screaming his head off about not being good enough for you, you had sit and listen to him whilst daydreaming of all the video games Grandpa Lilia would play with you later.

It was boring, and eventually as you grew older you learned to tune him out.

Though I guess that wasn't the greatest idea, because within a week of learning how tune out his voice he came to you sobbing on his hands and knees begging for forgiveness.

"PLEASE FORGIVE ME WAKA-SAMA'S CHILD! WHATEVER SLIGHT HAVE DONE TO YOU, I BEG FOR YOUR FORGIVENESS AND MERCY! JUST PLEASE STOP IGNORING ME MY LEIGE!"

But I guess that all leads you to where you are now. Stuck in a boring old rickety tower. Stuck studying and doing chores all day. At least Father allowed for your family to visit from time to time.

Their faces and voices make the endless cycle you've been going through day-to-day slightly more bareable. But to be perfectly honest, with every passing moment that you're stuck here; in this damned tower made to be your prison, you lose a small peice of your sanity.

A peice of your mind that can never be returned to it's owner.

Trully a cruel thing to do, especially to your own child. Isolating them from everyone and everything they've ever known to prove a point, when it wasn't even truly their own faults that caused such a mess? Foolish, and downright cruel if anyone asked you.

Ah, but what can you do?

You did do this to yourself after all, might as well own up to your mistakes and pay the price.

[elysiaheaven]

"Pure Insatiablity"-[𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓-3] 𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐆.𝐍 (Yandere) 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 (𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓)

Words:8000

Genre: Yandere/Fluff

Summary: Playin truth or dare with the devil! You have a small motive too Mission : Invite him to a sleepover!

( Reader is a g.n!)-(If you see somewhere in the lines mentioned as she/girl pls tell me! I just forgot to edit sometimes

TW: Obsessive behaviour, Lovesick, Blood, Violence, Crazy! Your daily dose of cringe! (He's crazy ><), (Reader is obsessive in love with him) Mentions of disturbing poetic lines?

EXTRA: He's a character from a game named Killer chat! Please play it! It's so good! I think I need to do more research on him, If what I wrote doesn't really scream him! I'm sorry! I'm still learning abt him! I KNOW IT'S BAD I'M SORRYY!!

The video call connected, and Ronin's face filled the screen, his smirk as mischievous as ever. The lighting cast playful shadows on his features, emphasizing the sharp lines of his jaw and the dark glint in his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile back, the excitement bubbling within you.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Look who picked up so soon! Aren’t you just the cutest little thing?"

His tone was teasing, but there was an edge to it that made your heart race.

You: "I was waiting for you to call! Besides, you know I can’t resist your devilish charm."

Goreboy (Ronin): "Devilish? Me? Nah, I’m just a sweet little Devil"

He rolled his eyes, a grin stretching across his lips.

You: "Right. An DEVIL with a crowbar."

Goreboy (Ronin): "Well, it’s time for the game, my little sweet pea. Let’s get this started."

His tone shifted, turning serious, but it was laced with an undercurrent of excitement.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Here’s how it works: we each pick a truth or a dare. Since you were such a good little sweet pea and listened to me earlier, you get to choose for me first."

You thought for a moment, the thrill of the game igniting your imagination.

You: "Okay, I choose truth for you."

Ronin raised an eyebrow, his expression amused.

Goreboy (Ronin): "How cute! You gave me the easier option to answer. But just you wait, I’m going to love tormenting you with my dare later."

You: "Alright, my turn! Truth. What kind of pajamas do you like?"

You watched as his eyebrows raised slightly, clearly amused by your question.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Really? That’s what you wanna know?"

You shrugged with a grin, waiting for his response.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Well, if you must know, I’m definitely an oversized kind of guy. Baggy shirt and shorts, something easy to throw on. Nothing too fancy, just like me."

You: "Fine, I’ll ask again later. Now it’s your turn. What do you want me to do?"

Ronin’s eyes gleamed with delight as he contemplated your fate.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Let’s see… I dare you to send me a voice note where you say my name in the most seductive tone you can manage."

You blinked in surprise, the heat rushing to your cheeks.

You: "Seriously? That’s your dare?"

Goreboy (Ronin): "Yep! And I expect nothing but the best from you, darling. Show me what you got."

You chuckled nervously, the challenge sending a thrill through you.

You: "Okay, but you better not laugh!"

Goreboy (Ronin): "No promises, sweetheart."

You rolled your eyes, but the excitement bubbled up again as you picked up your phone to record the message.

You: "Here goes nothing."

You took a breath, letting your voice drop low and sultry.

You: "Ronin… you know I can’t resist you…"

You stopped yourself, laughter bubbling up as you hit send.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Oh my god, that was perfect!"

He leaned forward, clearly entertained, but there was something else in his gaze—something deeper that made your heart flutter.

You: "Shut up! You loved it."

His grin widened, eyes glinting with amusement, knowing full well how his casual answer still got to you.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Now, you’ve had your fun, but I’m bored of choosing for you. What do you want to pick this time?"

You hesitated for a moment before choosing.

You: "Truth."

His smirk deepened, eyes narrowing in that devilish way of his.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Alright then, let’s see... What do you think of pets?"

You paused, not expecting such a simple question. You couldn’t help but smile, deciding to make yourself sound cute.

You: "I think they’re adorable! I don’t mind any kind of pets, honestly. I’d probably spoil them rotten."

You made sure to flash your most innocent smile, tilting your head slightly as you tried to sweeten your words, hoping he’d find it endearing. But of course, Ronin saw right through you.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Oh please, don’t even try it, darlin'. I can see right through that cute act."

You couldn’t help but laugh, caught in the moment.

You: "Teehee! You caught me."

He shook his head, grinning like the devil he was.

You grinned as you chose truth for him again, leaning closer to the screen as if to close the gap between you two. Ronin rolled his eyes, a smirk pulling at his lips.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Truth again? Ugh, how boring. But I guess I can humor you. What’s the question?"

You: "It’s a surprise this time!"

He raised a brow, looking vaguely intrigued.

You: "Okay, what's your favorite show or movie?"

For a split second, his expression shifted—almost like he was getting ready to mess with you—before he gave a genuine answer.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Horror. Anything that’s bloody, slasher films especially. But what really gets me are those Japanese grotesque body horror flicks. You know, the ero-guro stuff, Junji Ito’s works. The more disturbing, the better."

Your eyes widened at his response. You didn’t expect anything less, but it was still unnerving hearing him list his favorites so casually.

You: "How can you watch all that without getting scared? It sounds terrifying!"

His smirk deepened, leaning in closer on his end as if to mock your worry.

Goreboy (Ronin): "That’s my specialty, darlin'. Horror doesn't scare me, it thrills me."

There was a pause, his eyes glinting with that familiar devilish glint as he added,

Goreboy (Ronin): "But hey, maybe if we watched one together... I’d let you hold my hand if you got too scared."

He grinned, knowing full well the effect his words had on you, and you couldn’t help but laugh nervously. He was teasing, but the way he said it made your heart race.

You: "Oh, so I get special treatment now, huh? Only if I get scared?"

He shrugged, keeping his casual, almost mocking tone.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Maybe. But let’s be real—you're definitely gonna get scared. And I might let you cling to me, just for the fun of it."

Ronin’s mischievous grin only widened as he leaned back, arms crossed, and prepared for his dare.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Alright, sweetheart, I’m gonna keep it interesting this time. I’m gonna show you something you really gotta see."

Your heart raced. You had already accepted anything he threw at you.

You: "I accept anything, Ronin! Let’s go!"

With a quick flick, he turned off the camera, and a few moments later, he switched it back on, revealing not just himself, but his two little pets.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Meet my two companions: this here’s Pepperoni!"

He held up a sleek snake, its scales glistening under the light, coiling effortlessly around his arm. The sight was both fascinating and unsettling, but you couldn’t help but exclaim.

You: "Oh my god, it’s so cute!"

Ronin's expression twisted slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in closer, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Don’t say it like that, darlin'. It might just eat you."

You laughed nervously, your mind racing with the sheer absurdity of the idea.

You: "Cheesy! Won’t you be there to save me?"

His tone turned serious, if only for a moment, as he replied,

Goreboy (Ronin): "It could eat you, but I’d still love you."

Your heart did a little flip, the warmth spreading through you like a fever. So cute! So cute! Your thoughts spiraled, tinged with a dark excitement. If he loved you even when you were devoured by his pets, what would it feel like to be so utterly consumed by him? You felt a momentary pang of panic—what if this love was a twisted, grotesque thing?

But before you could dwell on that too long, Ronin snapped you back to reality, his voice playful.

Goreboy (Ronin): "You still with me on this planet, or have you floated off to the great beyond?"

He turned the camera slightly, showcasing his rat next, a tiny creature with a glossy black coat. You gasped again, utterly charmed.

You: "It’s so cute! I can’t wait to spend time with them!"

Ronin settled back down, now holding the rat gently, his demeanor softening as he gazed at you with an unexpected fondness.

Goreboy (Ronin): "I’m glad you liked them. They’re a handful, but I think they’ve got a good sense of humor."

He looked at you, the corners of his mouth twitching upward, and for a moment, you felt like the world outside faded away. Just you and Ronin, and those two little creatures.

You couldn’t help but smile, your gaze shifting from the pets back to him.

You: "You’re all smiley! What’s going on, huh?"

Goreboy (Ronin): "Just happy you accepted them, that’s all. Nothing more."

You felt a surge of warmth at his words, but it wasn’t just about the pets. It was about the way he looked at you—the way he softened, just a fraction, beneath that devilish exterior. It was intoxicating, pulling you deeper into the abyss of your feelings for him.

In the back of your mind, thoughts of the girls at the ice cream shop resurfaced. Their eyes on him, giggling and whispering, made your blood boil. How dare they? You wanted to make them regret ever looking his way.

You tried to shake off the thought, focusing instead on Ronin and his pets, but the unsettling notions clung to you. What if... what if he was only with you because he saw Ther in you? What if he’d never truly see you?

A sickening thrill twisted in your gut. What if you killed? What if, in a moment of insanity, you proved your love in a way that was irrevocable? Maybe that would make him see you for who you really were—your own person, apart from the specter of his past love. Maybe if you killed, he’d realize you weren’t Ther; you were your own entity, your own darkness that fit so perfectly with his.

You just wanted him! You didn’t care if he saw Ther in you—

But those thoughts, as intoxicating as they were, slipped away when you looked back at him, the light of your screen illuminating the sharp angles of his face. You smiled at him, your heart racing with a mixture of love and twisted desire.

You: "Your pets are adorable! Could you show them to me one day?"

Ronin raised an eyebrow, and you could see the glimmer of something affectionate in his gaze, something that made your heart pound even harder.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Yeah, one day, when I invite you over to my place."

He was smiling, and it felt genuine—softening beneath all the layers he’d put up.

You were silent for a moment, staring at him, lost in your lovesick reverie, ignoring the shadows lurking at the edge of your mind. You didn’t care about anything else, not the girls, not the whispers of the past. You just wanted him—you just wanted Ronin.

He caught you gazing at him, and the smirk returned, a playful challenge in his eyes.

Goreboy (Ronin): "What’s up? You look like you’ve got something sinister planned."

You shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips, as you leaned closer to the screen.

You: "Just thinking how cute you are with your little pets."

Ronin laughed, the sound warm, wrapping around you like a gentle embrace. You let the love, twisted and grotesque as it was, consume you entirely. You knew you were losing yourself to him—completely and utterly—and you were so okay with it.

You leaned in, mischievous and grinning, knowing exactly what you were doing as you threw the dare at him.

You: "Okay, Ronin, here’s your dare: bastardize Shakespeare with love quotes. I’m talking full-on cringe!"

He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Really, darlin'? You want me to suffer like that? I thought you liked me."

You giggled, feeling the warmth bubble up in your chest.

You: "It’s a joke! C’mon, you bullied me a little, now it’s your turn to suffer!"

Ronin let out a dramatic sigh, as if this was the worst fate he could endure, though you knew better. His post-ironic flare was in full swing. He knew it was ridiculous, and that only made him lean into it harder.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Fine, sweetheart. If you want me to butcher ol’ Shakespeare in front of everyone, who am I to say no?"

With that, he jumped back into the server and fired off a series of over-the-top, melodramatic, and utterly ridiculous Shakespearean love quotes with his own devilish spin. You could almost hear the exaggerated, emo cadence in his voice as he typed.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Oh, fair darling, dost thou not know? My heart, an abyss of blackened stars, doth weep for thy very soul—forever entangled in this wretched world! Thy beauty doth stab me like a dagger through the aorta!"

The reaction in the server was immediate.

Misaki: "HELPPPP I CANT BREATHE!"

V: "..." (silence, because you could feel the heavy judgment in those dots)

Angel: Ronin, what the fuck..?

Luca: "What the fuck, dude, I’m DYING! This is too much!"

Feli: "Please, please, Shakespeare is already dead. Don’t kill him again!"

V couldn’t hold back anymore. You watched his little typing bubble pop up on screen before his message came through, and it was loaded with that same righteous judgment he always had.

V: "Ronin, how can you show your face after doing... all of that?"

Before you could even react, Ronin—ever the post-ironic menace—jumped back into character. His next reply was already dripping with sarcasm, delivered in the same Shakespearean tone that had everyone groaning.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Ah, my fair V! Dost thou not know? ‘Twas not I, but my beloved muse who did order me! It was they who bade me to bastardize the very works of the Bard himself, to appease her devilish whims! Shall I not, as their humble servant, obey the very commands she doth whisper into mine ear?"

The server erupted again. You could practically hear V sighing through his messages.

V: "Stop. Just stop."

Ronin didn’t miss a beat. He turned his sarcastic fire onto the others.

Goreboy (Ronin): "And thou, fair Misaki! Art thou not paid for thy deadly craft, an assassin who taketh rent and money for her work? Pray tell, where is the justice in such deeds, yet thou judges me for simply... entertaining!"

Misaki couldn’t resist responding, her typing bubble hovering for a moment before she gave in.

Misaki: "HELP! MAKE IT STOP! You did NOT just turn this on me for rent!"

Ronin moved on to Angel next, with no signs of letting up.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Angel, sweet Angel! Dost thou not ask for likes and subscriptions in thine endeavors? For thy YouTube craft, thou dost beckon the masses to thy side! Art we all not bound by the strings of our desires?!"

Angel: (Crying emoji) "WHY are you doing this to Shakespeare?! Please!"

Ronin wasn’t finished. His chaos needed one last flourish. He turned his playful wrath toward Luca and Feli, who were already typing furiously.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Luca and Feli, the lovebirds! Thou dost laugh now, but is thy romance not as frail as the love between Romeo and Juliet? Shall I not craft for thee a tragedy of thine own if thou doth not respect my art!"

Luca: "WHAT THE HELL, DUDE. I’M LAUGHING TOO HARD, STOP!"

Feli: "You’re ruining everything with this. My love for Shakespeare is DEAD. DEAD!"

The server was a wreck. Everyone was laughing, typing furiously, and you couldn’t stop the grin that had crept up on your face. Ronin had taken what should have been a cringe-inducing moment and turned it into a full-blown Shakespearean parody, dragging everyone into the mess.

You: "Okay, okay, enough already! I think you’ve officially broken everyone."

Goreboy (Ronin): "If you think that was bad, wait till I bring you my version of 'Romeo and Juliet'. I’ll rewrite the whole thing just for us. Deadly, romantic, and full of blood. Think you can handle it?"

Your heart skipped a beat as he teased, his words dripping with that familiar mix of humor and danger.

You: "Oh, I can handle it."

But Ronin, of course, wasn’t done yet. He had one last thing to say, typing with all the drama of a Shakespearean actor in his final act.

Goreboy (Ronin): "I shall cease, sweet darling, but know this: I have given thee what thou hast requested, and in doing so, I have delivered the most glorious of mockeries! And thus, I depart this cursed stage... for now."

He logged off dramatically, as if exiting stage left, leaving the server in shambles behind him.

V: "I... I’m speechless."

Angel: "That was... too much."

You couldn’t handle it. Ronin had disappeared after his dramatic exit, leaving the server in chaos, and worse yet, he wasn't answering your DMs. You needed his attention now.

You: "Ronin, where are you?!" "Come onnnn, I need you! Don’t leave me hanging after that mess!"

But still, no response. Your impatience was starting to boil over, and then, an idea hit you—Shakespeare. If he wasn’t going to come back, maybe you’d pull him out by mocking the one thing he loved to ruin. You’d turn the tables.

So you did it, typing out your own terrible bastardization of Shakespeare in his DMs.

You: "Oh Ronin, dearest heart of mine! Why hast thou forsaken me, thy sweet and loyal muse? Dost thou leave me alone in this realm, only to writhe in agony at thy absence?!"

Still, no answer. You groaned, fingers flying over the keys as you continued.

You: "Nay, but I shall not be silent! If thou dost not return, I shall wreak havoc upon the Bard’s very legacy! I shall twist his words ‘til they are but shadows of their former glory, all for thee, my cruel tormentor!"

You smirked, half-expecting him to swoop in any second, but there was still... nothing. Frustrated, you decided to lean in harder.

You: "Forsooth, if thou dost not return, I shall curse the heavens themselves, and turn mine quill upon the stars, writing naught but tragedy in thy absence! Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Nay! I compare thee to a ghost, haunting my thoughts, yet unseen! COME BACK OR I SWEAR IT SHALL BE CARNAGE!"

And then, as if on cue, a familiar notification popped up. Ronin was online.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Christ, you’ve lost it, haven’t you?"

You couldn’t help the smug satisfaction that welled up inside you as you saw his message. He was back.

You: "I had to do something. You left me with no choice!"

Goreboy (Ronin): "Left you with no choice? So you butchered the Bard in my honor? Well, darling, I’m touched."

You could almost hear the sarcasm dripping from his words, and yet, there was that familiar edge, the one that always made your heart race. He continued before you could respond.

Goreboy (Ronin): "You’re lucky I’m feeling generous. I could leave you stewing in your own disaster for hours. But... I suppose I’ll indulge you. After all, you did try so hard to get my attention."

You: "It worked, didn’t it?"

There was a pause before his next message, as though he was weighing his words, knowing exactly how to tease you without giving too much away.

Goreboy (Ronin): "So, darling, what’s it going to be? Now that I’m back, are we done pretending to be Shakespearean disasters, or do you have something else up your sleeve?"

You rolled your eyes, typing fast.

You: "Please, you started this mess with your over-the-top performance. I was just following your brilliant example."

His reply came quickly this time, and you could practically feel his smirk through the screen.

Goreboy (Ronin): "Of course you were. After all, you always follow me, don’t you? Even when you’re pretending to lead."

There it was, the familiar back-and-forth that left you dizzy. Ronin, the devil in disguise, always making you chase after him, always pulling you in just to let you get close enough to feel the heat before he slipped away again.

You: "And yet, you always come back to me. Funny how that works."

Another pause, and then—

Goreboy (Ronin): "Maybe I just like to keep you on your toes. Keeps things interesting, don’t you think?"

You couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered, and once again, that lovesick feeling crept back in. But there was an edge to it now—something darker, something possessive, something hungry.

He had you wrapped around his finger, and you didn’t care.

You hesitated before calling Ronin, your fingers hovering over the screen. You knew he was going to mess with you, but you couldn’t help it. You needed to hear his voice, that teasing tone that always left you feeling a mix of frustrated and lovesick. The phone rang twice before he answered, his face filling the screen with that smug grin of his.

"Well, well, how the tables have turned," Ronin drawled. "It used to be me calling you, but now you’re the one so eager, huh?"

You quickly shot back, "You picked up fast too, don’t act like you weren’t waiting for this." You smirked, though your heart was racing.

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing in mock offense. "Is that so? Should I feed you to the fish for that? Or better yet..." His grin widened, voice dropping lower, "Apologize in Shakespearean or I’ll end this call right now. No looking, no talking, nothing. Your choice."

You panicked, knowing full well he’d do it if you didn’t comply. A sigh escaped you, and with a roll of your eyes, you caved. "Fine! Thou art a most cruel tormentor, and I—thy humble fool—dost beg for forgiveness, lest thou cast me away into oblivion!"

Ronin’s laughter filled your ears, deep and uncontrollable. "That’s a good one! Christ, I should record this!" He laughed so hard you could see him wiping a tear from his eye. "I didn’t think you’d actually do it, darlin��. You’re too good."

You puffed up, cheeks flushing at his teasing. "Stop it!" you whined, trying to hide your flustered grin. "Can we just get back to the game, please?"

Ronin’s eyes gleamed as he leaned back, a devilish smirk forming. "Alright, alright, I’ll let it slide. But, since I’m still feeling generous, here’s your next dare." His smile widened, something dangerous lingering in his tone. "DM V—tell him how much you love me. A love note. You’re a writer, right? Should be easy."

Your heart skipped a beat. "You... you want me to die by V’s hand, don’t you?!" you half-joked, though the idea of V seeing that was enough to make you want to scream. Ronin looked at you, completely unserious, then shrugged with a smirk.

"I won’t let any serial killer touch you, darlin'. Your aorta’s mine. Only I get to kiss it and... well, you know the rest." His tone was dark, possessive, and the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine.

And just like that, he ended the call, leaving you giggling uncontrollably, heart pounding in your chest. He always did this—left you wanting more, teetering on the edge of madness, half in love and half terrified. But God, did you love it.

But now… the dare. You stared at your phone, dreading what you had to do. You couldn’t chicken out. Not after all that. Sighing, you switched over to the group chat with Angel and Misaki and hesitantly typed out your message.

You: "Guys... uh, I just wanted to say how much I love Ronin. Like, seriously. He’s... the best. Yup, totally obsessed. Just thought you should know."

You winced as you hit send, waiting for the chaos to

You pressed the call button before your nerves could get the best of you, the ringing pulling you into a familiar rhythm. It wasn’t long before the screen lit up, and there was Ronin, lounging back like he had nothing better to do. His face filled the screen, smug as always, that half-grin already sending a shiver down your spine.

"How the tables have turned," he said, voice dripping with amusement. "It used to be me calling you all the time. Now, look at you, darlin'—dialing me up in a hurry."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his theatrics. "As if. You picked up just as fast, don't forget that."

He leaned back, letting out a low chuckle, fingers brushing through his messy hair. "Maybe so. But it’s much more fun to pretend I’m the one calling the shots."

You narrowed your eyes at him through the screen, but there was no real fire behind it. The way he teased you was too familiar now,

You hesitated for a second, your finger hovering over the call button before pressing it. The ringing barely lasted a moment before Ronin picked up, his face appearing on the screen with that familiar, amused smirk.

"Well, well, look how the tables have turned," he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "It used to be me calling you, now it’s you who can’t wait, huh?"

You shot him a playful glare. "You picked up fast too, don’t act like you weren’t waiting."

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed casually as he eyed you. "Oh, please. If I didn’t pick up, you’d probably have a meltdown and start butchering Shakespeare again." He laughed darkly. "Which is exactly why I’m going to feed you to the fish unless you apologize for that little performance. And you better do it in your best Shakespearean voice, or I’m hanging up."

You panicked for a second, heart racing as he leaned forward, clearly waiting for your response. "Wait, you’re joking, right?" you asked nervously, but his expression didn’t change.

"Nope. You’ve got five seconds, or I’m out. Five... four..."

You let out a sigh, scrambling for words. "Uh—okay, okay!" You cleared your throat dramatically. "Dearest Ronin, I doth apologize from the deepest pits of mine heart! Thine magnificence is too grand, and I—thy humble servant—have wronged thee in a manner most grievous!"

Ronin leaned back, watching with a grin spreading across his face. He burst into laughter, unable to contain it. "That... was gold, darling. Absolute gold." He was laughing so much he almost tipped back in his chair. You puffed up at his teasing, your cheeks turning pink.

"Stopppp teasing me, Ronin!" you groaned.

Still chuckling, he composed himself. "Alright, alright. You did well, I’ll give you that. But we’re not done yet. I’ve got a real dare for you."

You eyed him warily. "What now?"

His smile turned devilish. "I want you to DM V... and tell him how much you love me. Like, full-on love note, make it good. You’re a writer, right? Pour your heart out. And don’t think I’m joking."

Your heart practically stopped. "You can’t be serious. You know V’s going to kill me, right?"

Ronin didn’t even flinch. "Oh, I know. But I won’t let any serial killer lay a finger on you. Because remember—" His gaze darkened, voice lowering. "Your aorta is mine. I’m the only one who has the right to kiss you... or kill you. And trust me, darling, when it’s time... I’ll do both."

With that, he disconnected the call, leaving you sitting there, breathless.

You giggled, heart racing at how darkly romantic that was. There was something terrifying and thrilling about the way Ronin claimed you so possessively, the way he talked about love and death as if they were intertwined. But then your attention shifted back to the dare. V was not going to let you live after this.

Still, a dare was a dare. You sighed and opened up the group chat with Angel and Misaki, already dreading their reactions, but the thought of Ronin waiting for your next move pushed you forward.

You: "Hey... I need to confess something. You know how Ronin’s been driving me crazy, right? Well, I think I’m in love with him. Like, truly, head-over-heels. The way he teases me, the way he knows me better than I know myself... it’s like he’s in my head, and I can’t get him out. He’s got this hold on me, and I don’t even want to break free. I’m his, and I think I always have been. Just thought you guys should know. ❤️"

Angel: "Even I wasn’t this down bad... Y/n, I CAN’T with you right now." A flood of sob emojis followed her message, her shock almost palpable through the text.

You couldn’t help but snicker to yourself, but before you could type anything back, Misaki jumped in.

Misaki: "HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Oh my GOD, this is gold! Like, you really just went there!" You imagined her laughing hysterically on the other side, probably screenshotting the whole conversation for later.

But it was V’s reply that really had you shaking your head.

V: "...I’m so done. Completely and utterly done. What did I just read?" You could almost see him rubbing his temples in frustration, his usual calm demeanor strained under the weight of this absurd confession.

You couldn’t stop the grin that spread across your face as you typed out your reply.

You: "Look, I’m just built different, okay? Y’all wouldn’t understand."

Angel sent another message almost immediately.

Angel: " this isn’t ‘built different.’ This is straight-up unhinged, and I respect that." She followed it up with more crying-laughing emojis, clearly amused by how far gone you were.

Misaki wasn’t letting up either.

Misaki: "Nah, you’ve crossed the line into ‘hopelessly obsessed,’ but hey, at least you’re owning it. Respect!"

But V, as expected, was still done with it all.

V: "I genuinely don’t know how you sleep at night. But whatever this is, I want no part of it. Keep me out of your Ronin chaos."

The corners of your mouth twitched, and you giggled to yourself. Ronin had that effect on people, making everything feel like a wild ride they weren’t ready for. And you? You were absolutely reveling in it.

You leaned back in your chair, fingers hovering over the keys, wondering if you should tell Ronin what just happened. But knowing him, he’d probably already be watching from the shadows, amused by the whole thing.

You: "Y’all are just jealous you’re not in the deep end with me. I’ve accepted my fate."

You hit send, watching the chat blow up again, but all you could think about was Ronin. Your mind spiraled back to him—his smirk, the way his voice could send shivers down your spine

You grinned as you sent Ronin the screenshot of the group chat, waiting for his reaction. His reply came in almost immediately.

Ronin: "Good job, darlin’. But it's late... don’t you think you should get some sleep? Recharge those chaotic little brain cells of yours so you’ll be all bright and enthusiastic for tomorrow..." You could practically hear his voice, teasing yet strangely sincere. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, but tonight, you weren’t ready to let the conversation end.

You: "But I wanted you to do one final dare!"

There was a long pause, and for a moment, you wondered if he’d fallen asleep on you. But then his message popped up, and your heart raced a little faster.

Ronin: "A final dare, huh? And what would that be? Guess I’ll find out tomorrow, right?"

You bit your lip, an idea forming in your mind, one that you couldn’t shake. It was impulsive, reckless even, but with Ronin... that was kind of the point. You quickly typed out your response, not giving yourself time to second-guess it.

You: "How about... you come over for a sleepover? At my house."

You stared at the screen, feeling your pulse quicken. The seconds stretched on as you waited for his reply. Then, just like that, the notification pinged, and you knew from the start he’d never back down from something like this.

Ronin: "A sleepover, huh? You really are full of surprises. Well, I’m not one to turn down an invitation from my darling, especially one as tempting as this. Fine. I’m in."

You grinned, your excitement barely contained as you typed back.

You: "Great! I’ll make sure to prepare something fun."

Ronin: "Oh, I bet you will. Just make sure you’re ready for whatever comes next. darlin'."

Your fingers hovered over the keys, and you felt a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness. Inviting Ronin over meant taking this whole twisted connection to a new level, but you couldn’t help it. You wanted more of him—more of his dark charm, more of the way he made you feel like you were the only person in his world.

But just as you were about to reply, another message popped up.

Ronin: "Get some sleep. You’re gonna need it."

You smirked, your mind already racing with the possibilities of what tomorrow would bring. Your thoughts, tinged with that dangerous lovesickness, shifted back to the creeping obsession you’d been harboring for a while now. The way Ronin played his little games... it made your blood pump in a way nothing else could.

You walk like a storm, all messy curls and cracked grin, a crowbar slung over your soul, waiting for something to break— or bloom.

You say love’s a game, and I’m the prize you’re twisting, a little porcelain doll to corrupt, to stain with every scar you call devotion. But I see it, Ronin— how you cherish each flaw you etch into me like a masterpiece unfolding beneath your hands.

You say you’re a black hole, pulling me deeper, a gravity well of ruin I’ll never escape. But even a black hole dreams of stars, doesn’t it? Even in your emptiness, you crave the heat of something bright enough to shatter.

Twist me, ruin me, make me grotesque. I’ll play your game, if only to see that glint in your eyes— that flicker of awe, as if for once, you've found something too wild to tame.

And when you’re ten minutes late, grinning with blood on your knuckles, you’ll call me “darling,” like the end of the world is a love story only we understand.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH EVEN DEATH WON'T DO US APART!

[chuulyssa]

kidnapped. (mello)

↷ A/N ─ my first time writing actual smut please give constructive criticism or i'll cry bye. just to confirm btw this is NOT rape/non-con. the reader consents. thank you.

★ COUNT ─ 2.5k

!! TAGS ─ f!reader, kidnapping, yandere!mello, smut, dry-humping, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, praise kink, nicknames (good girl, pretty boy, etc.), floor-fucking, a little cockwarming at the end

★ PROLOGUE ─ your ex kidnaps you because you are a useful asset to kira. or does he have a different reason?

SMUT, 18+, MDNI

You struggled against the tight ropes that bound you. Your mouth was covered with a thick layer of duct tape, your eyes blindfolded so you were enveloped in darkness. Your back hurt, and you realized you had been tied to a chair all along.

Suddenly, you felt the blindfold gently untie itself from around your hair, and you opened your eyes meekly. It took a while for them to adjust themselves to the brightness of the place. You surveyed the room cautiously. The details gradually came into focus, revealing a dimly lit, unfamiliar space with bare walls and a single, flickering light bulb overhead. The air was heavy with an unsettling silence, broken only by distant, muffled sounds of breathing from behind you.

You strained against the ropes again, trying to free yourself from the chair, but to no avail. You panicked, trying to recall how you ended up here. But your memories were hazy, and you couldn't think of anything, especially with the sharp pains of your aching head.

The person behind you moved into your line of sight. With a quick motion, they removed the duct tape from your mouth, causing you to wince at the uncomfortable tingling sensation.

"Easy there," a familiar voice said.

You had heard this person speak before. But where? Your mind ran through all the voices you had ever heard in your entire lifetime - your parents, your teachers, Kira. You blinked slowly, your eyes beginning to register your vision. With a jolt, you realized who the person in front of you was.

"Mello?" you said in disbelief, your voice hoarse from not speaking for a long time.

"Quiet, honey," he whispered and crouched down to be at eye-level with you, his expression revealing neither malice nor sympathy.

"Why am I here?" you demanded. The throbbing pain in your head intensified from this new revelation, your eyes darting around to check for any possible escape routes - doors, windows, anything.

"Who is Kira?" Mello caressed your lips, soothing the tingling left by the duct tape.

"Kira?" you blinked. "I don't know. I'm in the Task Fo-"

"Shut up."

Mello's harsh command silenced you, and you felt a surge of fear. His grip on your chin tightened, his eyes narrowing as if reading your mind, boring into your soul.

"Listen, here, sweet pea," he said coldly, "we just need you to confess that Light Yagami is Kira. Then you will be fine."

"Light Yagami?" you tried not to show the panic you felt on your face. "The chief's son?"

"Y/N, please," Mello said sternly, getting up to pace around the room, circling you. "I know you're connected to Kira. I know Light Yagami is Kira. You have been helping Kira and you cannot fool me."

"I need information," he continued, stopping in front of you once more. "And you're going to give it to me. One way or another."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you insisted, your voice shaky. "I'm not connected to Kira. I'm a part of the Task Force, and I'm doing all I can to stop him!"

Mello scoffed. "Save the lies for someone who might believe them. I've been tracking Kira for a while, and your involvement doesn't go unnoticed."

"I can't give you information I don't have," you pleaded, desperation creeping into your voice. "I'm innocent, Mello. Please, let me go."

"'Please, let me go'?" he repeated mockingly. "'I'm innocent'? Do you know who you're trying to lie to right now?"

"Please, Mello, I'll do anything. Let me go," you begged him.

"Anything?" Mello bent down to you once more. "Anything?"

"Yes, Mello, anything."

"Strip."

You stared. What?

"Strip?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper, hoping against hope that you had misheard him.

Mello's expression remained impassive, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made your skin crawl.

"You heard me," he said, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Strip."

He leaned forward and tore the ropes with a pocketknife, starting with your legs and then moving to your hands.

"Mello-"

"Y/N. I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong," he sighed. "I just don't want hidden trackers exposing your location."

His expression softened slightly, and he seemed more... human. But it was quickly replaced by an unfathomable expression once more, looking at you with expectancy.

You rubbed your now free wrists, still sore from the tight bindings, and looked at Mello with a mixture of gratitude and unease.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "I... I thought-."

"Strip, Y/N. I don't have all day."

Mello's insistence snapped you back to reality. Despite his explanation, his order made you feel uncomfortable. But you knew that compliance was your best chance at survival right now.

With trembling hands, you unbuttoned your blouse, slowly, as if hoping Mello would ask you to stop. You removed the blouse, and moved on to your jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down, letting them fall to the floor. Now you were left in your bra and panties, and he stiffened at the sight but did not look away.

You moved to your bra, unhooking it, suddenly feeling a bit confident as you maintained eye contact with your ex-boyfriend. You sensually let it hang around your breasts, before pulling it down completely. Similarly, you raised your hips a little to take your panties off, gliding them off your legs and near Mello.

Mello, on the other hand, grew increasingly nervous. He was still looking directly into your eyes as if daring you to make him look at your exposed chest and pussy.

"There you go," you said. "You can check all you want."

Mello nodded, his nervousness dissolving as he adamantly checked your clothes, finding nothing there. You, however, smirked a little to yourself. When Mello finished checking your clothes, he turned to you, but you surprised him by putting your bare feet on his growing bulge, rubbing it up and down slowly.

"Still so hard for me, Mihael Keehl?" you cooed.

"No, shut-" he began, but was immediately cut off by a kiss.

He was still sitting on the floor in front of you, his mind and body going numb from the pressure on his lips. You leaned in more, your legs giving in (from their lack of use), making you fall on his lap, your pussy sitting directly on his hard crotch.

You rubbed yourself against his crotch as you continued the kiss, pussy getting wet imagining how long his dick would be by now. Mello all of a sudden seemed to have woken up from a slumber, and he showed this by kissing you back as roughly as he could.

"Gosh, Y/N. I - fucking - missed you - so much," he said between sloppy kisses, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying you down on the floor as gently as he could. He increased the pace of his dick and your pussy rubbing, groaning as he unbuckled his belt and pull both his pants and boxers down in one go.

His dick sprang out and you immediately got up to give it a little kiss, making him shudder. You slowly shoved him backwards so he lay down, giving you easy access to his dick. You looked down at him. So vulnerable. So needy. So long and hard. Just for you.

You bent down and licked the tip of his dick, his hips springing upward, begging for more. You forced him to continue lying down, teasing him with small licks and kisses at the tip.

"Y/N, please," he groaned. "It's hurting, please."

"So good at begging, aren't you?" You sucked on his dick and he moaned in pleasure.

"Ah, Y/N, fuck, yes."

You sucked and licked his dick, top to bottom, your tongue working as you kept circling it. Your head bobbed on his dick, and your pleasure lay in his continuous moaning. Your hand pumped his dick a few times, soon replaced by your tongue, and you continued the process over and over.

"Y/N, yes, yes, fuck, I'm going to come."

"Do it," you moved your hand faster. "Come for me, pretty boy."

"Oh god, yes, shit, shit," he cursed, soon coming inside your mouth, and you swallowed it, winking at him lightly as he lay on the floor panting, taking more than a few moments to catch his breath.

"My turn," he smirked finally and pushed you down on the floor harshly, a hand behind your head to protect it from injuries.

He kissed your neck, dragging his tongue along your collarbones, then latching onto the hard nipple of your right breast, massaging the other one with a free hand, and soon switching breasts. He continued licking, pinching and kneading your breasts, a few sinful sounds escaping your mouth before he started moving downwards, leaving feathery kisses along the way.

Your breath hitched when you felt the kisses sliding from your inner thighs to your pussy, your hands ready to push his head in further in case he tried to tease you as you did to him. Your fingers groped his hair gently in soft motions, caressing his head and waiting.

He was so close to your pussy, his breath hot against your clit. You closed your eyes in anticipation, waiting for him to eat you out. However, he continued to smirk against your entrance, not moving at all.

"Mello, please," you begged, your voice a little shaky from the earlier blowjob.

"Please what?" He asked, his voice low and husky. You groaned and tried to shove his head in your pussy, but he didn't budge.

"Please, Mello," you whimpered. "Touch me. Please, touch me."

His smirk became wider in response, and he proceeded to give one long stroke of a lick against your clit. You arched your back in surprise and he pushed you down harshly, chuckling and licking you again. His tongue circled your clit before he sucked it into his mouth.

"So wet for me. Such a good girl," he moaned against your skin.

You moaned with pleasure, smiling a little at the praise. He sure knew how to keep you happy even after you two broke up.

Mello continued to lick and suck your clit, suddenly sliding his fingers into you. This caught you by surprise, and both your hands reached out to hold onto his biceps, clinging onto him for dear life while he fucked you with his fingers.

"Good girl, moan for me now, go on," he groaned and licked you again, his fingers moving in and out of you as he sucked on your clit.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, Mello, yes," you cried out, releasing your built-up orgasm and letting it hit you hard with a wave of pleasure.

He continued to overstimulate you, and you felt as if you were gonna pass out with pleasure. His fingers continued pulsing in and out of your tight little pussy, and you felt your inevitable second orgasm approaching quick.

"Mello, shit I'm coming again," you whined, your body shaking as you released all over his fingers again.

Mello's smirk grew, if possible, even wider. He finally removed his fingers from inside of you and licked them, maintaining a seductive eye contact with you all the while. His tongue lapped at your pussy, cleaning up your juices.

"So tasty. All mine."

He kissed your thighs and looked up at you, his eyes dark with lust. You reached out to touch his hair, but he moved away.

"I'm not done with you yet," he said and pumped his hard dick a few times, looking down at you.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard," he growled, and you gave a tiny, "Yes, please," in response as he pulled your legs apart with his right knee and lined his dick up with your pussy.

You closed your eyes yet again, biting your lip. Even throughout your relationship, whenever the two of you had sex, you wondered if his long, thick cock would even fit inside your tiny pussy.

Mello seemed to have read your mind, for he gave your thigh a little tap as reassurance before pushing into you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.

You gave a loud cry at the pain, which transformed into a strangled moan as glee filled your body. He pulled out, eyes on yours as if asking if you were okay with this. You nodded slowly, and he wasted no time in thrusting inside again and pulling out in a rhythm, his hands on your hips. He picked up the pace steadily and began moving in and out of you at a rapid speed, fucking you hard.

"Fuck you, Y/N, you're so tight," he growled, arms reaching out to hug you while his hips did the work. Your screams were loud and clear, and while you were probably at the Mafia's base right now, you were sure that none of Mello's men would dare to enter the room.

He grunted, his hips slamming into you, fucking you harder and harder. His dick repeatedly hit your cervix with every thrust, and you felt yourself melt under the satisfaction he made you feel. For god's sake, why did you leave him in the first place? You couldn't remember. Not right now. All that mattered at this moment was his fast and inhumane speed of thrusting and your strangled moans.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he grunted, his hips slamming into you.

You nodded furiously, letting him know he could come inside you any time of the day. Mello groaned loudly and released his cum inside your pussy, still, however, continuing to thrust in it in anticipation of your third orgasm. He continued to fuck you relentlessly, his dick pounding into you as he groaned and moaned himself.

"Mello, no! Shit, I'm gonna come again," you shouted out as you felt your third orgasm in less than an hour advance faster.

"Come, darling," he snarled. "Come all over this dick. Claim this dick, Y/N L/N."

You yelled out as you came once more, your body shaking as he continued to fuck you. He groaned and slowed down his thrusts, his dick still hard inside of you.

"Oh, god, you were so fucking good," he said, collapsing on top of you. "I trained this pussy well, didn't I?"

You gave a breathless chuckle in response, while he continued to keep his dick inside you still, not wanting to let go of the warm sensation of your pussy yet. He kissed your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.

"I still love you, you know that?" he whispered, his voice low and husky.

You smiled slightly, holding onto his muscly back as he lay on top of you with his head in the crook of your neck. You ran a hand through his soft, blonde hair.

"I love you too," you whispered back, your voice soft and gentle.

He blinked in surprise and his face broke into a smile.

"I should've known. Floor-fucking was always your thing."

© chuulyssa, 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

ur student council is so good it lives rent free in my mind!!!!! what’s a day in the life of darling like I wonder?

I'm glad you love it so much! 🖤🖤🖤

Day in The Life with the Yandere Student Council | Part 1

When you wake up from a late night of studying 

it feels like you weight your eyelids as you splash water on your face

Continuing your routine you get pretty far before you hear a knock on your single-bed dorm suite (a gift from the Student Council President)

“Hiya (Y/n) I figured I’d join you two on your walk to class, today! Happened to have a bit of extra time on my hands!”

“You just said you skipped that entire club’s morning activities for this.”

“Tomato Potato. You should know not to keep flapping that hole of yours. Especially since you’re not all that secretive, Spencer.”

“Roman.”

Spencer the Vice President of the council has become a fast friend of yours

Being as privy to the more sinister and malicious intentions of other students specifically the ones obsessed with the council

And Roman the Sergeant of Arms and arguably the most popular next to the president

A newer guest but you won’t complain because he gives you some breakfast fruit

“Uh thanks for walking me you guys and thanks for the fruit.”

“It’s cool it is our usual routine.”

“No problem, Babe! Next time you should just tell me what you’d want for breakfast I’ll make sure to keep it in the meeting room!”

It isn’t long before Roman is called over by some other students

Blowing a kiss before disappearing in the crowd

“Phew I thought he’d never leave! He’s such an extrovert I never expected he’d ever walk with us.”

“Well I’m sure being an extrovert doesn’t mean you forget all your friends. Don’t be so harsh.”

“You’ve only known him for so long. Just you wait he’ll turn into the annoying people magnet he is.”

Spencer drops you off at class

Hanging nearby until the class begins

He begrudgingly waves bye to you signing that he’ll see you for council work later

And for the next to classes things aren’t too bad 

Other than a droning lecture there’s nothing that happens that you aren’t expecting 

It’s in your third class that will change

“Sweet Pea have lunch with us!” 

“I made you lunch this time.”

It’s June the Historian and his boyfriend, Gill the Secretary 

entering the class without any concern for the professor

Of course no one said anything only watching as your protests are ignored by the duo

June will keep whining

And Gil will only respond with excitement about what he’s made

So you’ll sigh and pack your things hearing the class resume as you step out

“So? How’d that project turn out? I know you were working on it for a long time after we got off the phone.”

“I think it turned out pretty good. I’m hoping I can finally get some feedback.”

“You know they are required to give you an ‘A’ right? We made sure they did not have the option to do otherwise.”

“...I just want to try to be deserving of it...at least a little.”

“That’s so cute (Y/n)! Isn’t that cute Gill they think they need to try!”

“It is very cute.”

Begin your impromptu lunch perfectly catered to your preferences that you never shared

“Alright guys i really should go back the next class I have—”

“Will be waived, if your busy doing student council work! Come on hun, help us with our work. I promise it’ll be fun!”

“Then afterwards we can walk home together.”

“Home? Who’s home?”

“Oh Gilly that’s a great idea! We can make it a sleepover!”

“Guys!?”

Of course outnumbered and overpowered+ you end up in the student council room where you’ll happen upon Min Su the Treasurer and the illusive President Lucoa

Part 2: Is Here

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Hi queenie, here Is your Male Ocs lover, I saw your post so I'll Make you a question about the reactions of your male Ocs, when they find out about Cotton mating with The Reader.

How do you think the boys would react to that? Could Cotton escape the wrath of The Boys? I leave it in your hands.

PS: You know how to do your yanderes very well, I loved Benny's, Kisses

-👍

YAYAYAYA HI 👍!

So cotton wasn't originally supposed to be apart of the yandere farm but this is an au where he is! In the original story he's supposed to be a solo yandere but in my oc kink list 2 I added him there since he's a hybrid 💀

Lmao so here's a Tiny list of who would rock his shit: (all the OCS that are amab)

Brutus, bubba, Coachella, kiki, Kim, tancho, Gabriel, king, prince, sweet pea, Timothy, harmony, Roxy and Johnny

The ones who would be pissed but wouldn't do anything:

bladviba, big daddy, Casper, Miguel, foolish, Simon, Sydney, tsu, koromo, mason, wehrner, poka, Silas and Milo

The girls are all over the place, most of them are insane

But all in all, they're all pissed to some degree so if cotton doesn't want his shit rocked, he better stay hidden in his burrow he's not going to hide, he'll follow y/n around with a shit eating grin

[gawkingatyourface]

Set in Motion | preview

summary: back in the 1930s, a certain waitress was barely making a living. She went to a popular club that one of her friends owned, Mimzy. That night changed everything. She caught someone's eyes. A familiar radio host that was intrigued by the second. What would happen when this waitress and radio host meet?

characters: human!Alastor x waitress!fem!reader

warnings: gore, angst, romance, swearing, mentions of death and murder, kidnapping, yandere

notes: hi loves :3 this is a new story I'll be working on once I'm done with Sweetest Tail. hehe so excited for this! But I don't want to work on so many ideas all at once lol I'll burn myself up xD so decided to give you guys a little preview about this story. Exciting news, I'll be posting the new chapter of Sweetest Tail this weekend so keep a look out for that! Enjoy loves! <3

"[Y/N]! Sweet Pea! You finally made it!"

Hearing a familiar voice, [Y/N] had turned away from chatting with the bartender as she noticed Mimzy walking towards her with a wave and big smile.

"Mimzy, darling! After your countless times coming to the café demanding me to come and see you perform. Kinda forced me didn't cha?" [Y/N] teased her playfully before taking a sip of her glass.

"Aw sweet pea! You wound me!" She faked her tears before laughing and giving [Y/N] a side hug before sitting beside her. "How you enjoying my club? You like it?"

[Y/N] nodded in agreement. It surely was the most popular place in town. Yet, that wasn't what caught her attention. The place was surely had an ease environment. Calm and very jazzy in her eyes.

But something else caught her eye.

A certain person that was clearly popular judging from the crowd that was surrounding them.

Mimzy noticed her attention somewhere or rather someone. She had turned around to see what caught her friend's attention. Once she found it, she smirked at the realization.

"Ohh..I see someone has caught your eye Sweet Pea."

[Y/N] hardly heard her as her eyes was glued to a certain someone. He was surrounded by women and men. All with smiles and laughter. She couldn't help but be awe at his smile. It was the most beautiful one she's ever seen.

"Um..Sweetie? Don't tell me you've fallen in love with him already." Mimzy commented with a laugh.

That broke [Y/N]'s trance of the mysterious man as she turned to Mimzy whom was still laughing at her. She hid her face in embarrassment that she had been staring too much at him. She gulped her whole glass as she looked at the bartender for another drink whom nodded at her.

"Don't be silly, Mimz. You know I don't do relationships."

"That's what everyone says Sweetie. But once they meet that certain someone, BOOM! They are suddenly fools in love!" Mimzy said as she took another sip of her glass. "If you must know, that's Alastor. The famous radio host and obviously everyone wants a piece of him."

[Y/N] was shocked to realize that it was actually him. The famous Alastor, the radio host that got so popular. She knew from hearing his radio station that his voice was so mesmerizing and alluring to everyone especially hers, but now she actually saw him. Saw what made everyone love him. She would be lying if she said that she didn't find him attractive. He clearly was.

"I'm not like that Mimz. You know that. I can see why everyone is so smitten about him. I'm surprised you haven't."

"Oh no sweet pea. He's just an old friend of mine. Nothing more. He's a doll but not my type, you know that."

"I do." [Y/N] let out a laugh which caused Mimzy to laugh with her.

"Well, it's almost time for my performance. Cheer for me would you sweetie." Mimzy said as she stood up, fixing her hair.

"Don't I always Mimz. Have fun up there."

"I sure will. I'll come over afterwards sweetie."

After that, Mimzy walked backstage to get ready for her performance, leaving [Y/N] alone at the bar. She sighed as she glanced back at Alastor whom was still surrounded by even more people. She was so lost in thought that the bartender placed a new glass in front of her which caused her to jump slightly.

"Apologizes dear."

"Oh no, I apologize. Got lost in my thoughts once again." She said with a nervous chuckle as she took a sip of the new glass.

The bartender nodded as he was cleaning some glasses, keeping the conversation going about who knows what.

[Y/N] smiled at him as he was making her laugh from his corny jokes. It distracted her until Mimzy's performance. After that, she would call it a night since she did have work in the morning.

As she kept her attention at the bartender, she didn't realize a pair of eyes on her.

Those pair of eyes had been on her ever since she walked in the club. Alastor had been in the club for quite a while. After his radio show, he would come here to socialize here and there. Sometimes to find some fresh meat for dinner. Most of the time, it was to see his old friend Mimzy and her performance.

But today was different.

He caught a sight of [Y/N].

Once he noticed Mimzy walking towards her and giving her a hug; he grew curious about her. Who was she? How did she know Mimzy? Is she new in town?

So many questions about her that he needed answers.

He had never seen her before especially in Mimzy's club since he is always here. He kept the people around him entertained by the stories that he would report in his radio show while keeping his eyes on her. He wanted nothing more to leave everyone behind and march up to her, introduce himself and hoping to get her name.

His grip on the glass tighten as he noticed one of the ladies getting a bit too close to him, touching his arm which he didn't like. He wasn't too fond of touch from strangers. It irked him. He only allowed certain people to touch him. He quickly pulled her hand away from him with a smile before pretending to pay attention to one of the men that was telling a rumor going around town.

But the other reason why his glass was so close to breaking was because the sight of her and the bartender sicken him.

The way he was making her laugh. The way they both were looking at each other.

He didn't like it one bit. He needed to go to her quick.

Before he could make his escape, the lights dimmed and the stage lights came on revealing Mimzy.

It was time for her performance.

It was a perfect time. He would be able to escape and head towards her.

As Mimzy's performance started, he would always watch her being her usual self. She was always such a grand performer. He'd give her that but tonight, he was distracted by a beauty that was sitting by herself at the bar. He glanced to see her smiling at Mimzy whom was so lost in her performance as claps and whistles were heard all over. He watched as how she clapped throughout Mimzy's performance. She looked so happy as she watched her friend's performance.

That made him smile.

He wondered if she would smile at him as she watched him on his radio studio. Smiling as he hosted his radio show. He could just imagine her being there with him, supporting him, inspiring him. Just the thought gave him goosebumps.

He broke the sight of her as he turned back to see Mimzy had finished her performance.

Everyone stood up and clapped for her. Such an astonishing performance like usual. He smiled at his friend and clapped for her performance. He looked back to see his mysterious darling but his smile faded as she was gone. He stopped clapping as he looked everywhere for her. She was no where to be found. He walked towards the bar and looked around to see if she was nearby, but nothing.

She was gone.

"You need anything sir?"

Alastor looked at the bartender with a frown on his face for a second before flashing him a smile.

"I'm looking for the lady that was sitting here just minutes ago."

"Ah yes, you just missed her. She just walked out in a hurry."

His eyes widen and nodded at the bartender as he ran out, not listening to people calling for him. He didn't care about them. He needed to see her. Needed to hear her name, her voice. He ran outside in the cool weather as he looked around for any sight of her.

None.

He ran a hand thru his hair as he ran to the corner to see if he could catch up to her somehow but luck wasn't on his side.

She was gone. Gone of his sight.

He couldn't believe it. He had just seen her a few minutes ago and now it was like she disappeared out of thin air. He let out a deep sigh as he leaned back against the wall. He looked up at the dark sky, stars shining brightly. His lips curved into a smile as he watched the sky.

"I hope I see you again darling. My sweet darling…"

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Yandere Coworker (part 5)

Tw: non-con touching, coercion, molestation, Afab/fem reader

Masterlists, part 1, part 6

Damn now that my account is blowing up cause of our resident asshole Cyprus, lemme introduce yall to my favourite Yandere oc Yves

And his respective Series featuring my cringefail yandere Montgomery

Btw vote down below

"It's five, baby. Stop working." He ruffled your hair, you whined as you fixed them with your fingers.

You looked up to see him casually leaning against your cubicle, holding his suitcase in a hand and his car keys in another.

You said you need to finish your work.

"The company paid you for your time from 9 to 5. Not 9 to 5:10. Come on, princess. I already clocked you out." He teasingly rubbed the shell of your ear, making you recoil and complain, you told him to not touch you.

And he did the exact opposite. He dropped his suitcase just so he could utilize both hands to tickle you. You tried stifling your laughter, but it was near impossible when he blew raspberries onto your neck while his hands attacked the most sensitive part of your sides.

"I can't touch you, huh? What are you gonna do about it, pretty girl?" He rapidly fired kisses onto your face. You can feel the cold frame of his glasses pressing against your skin each time he smooches you.

You relented. Saying you give up and will stop working for the day if he lets you go from this tickle torture of his.

He stopped, and you took a few seconds to catch your breath. You thank the stars that the office was mostly empty, save for a few coworkers working overtime.

You frowned, got up from your seat, and began packing. He watched you with a satisfied grin on his stupidly handsome face.

__

You're uncomfortably pressed against his side as your eyes darted between him and his TV. Your arms were forced to be sprawled on his broad, bare chest. He paid no mind to your squirming as his hand mindlessly rubbed your hips, towards your buttocks and locked you in place. Whenever he switches the channel, there is a brief moment where the screen would turn black. You would stare back at the reflection between the two of you. This would have seemed cozy and sweet, if only you agreed to be Cyprus's girlfriend.

He has a carnivorous diet, Cyprus fed you dinner which consisted of steak, mashed potatoes, gravy and peas. Of course, all served in a paper plate which was then disposed of. The lunch he bought you this afternoon was of similar nature.

You told him you have to head back home. It's getting late and you did what he told you. All of them.

He dangled your wallet over your head, making you do tasks that become more and more upsetting and perverted.

Cyprus started with asking you to help clean up the table while he took a shower. You agreed, thinking you could take your belongings and leave while he's busy. But only your bag was present, you later found out that he brought your precious wallet into the bathroom with him.

He then told you to take a shower too. You locked your door and even jammed the knob with the mop that's in there.

The next one was to wear one of his oversized shirts. The one that's similar to what you woke up with last Friday.

Then, he told you to give him a 30 second hug. You couldn't push him away or let go, or else he's going to reset the timer. You're tired from jumping, trying to reach the wallet. You couldn't even kick him in the groin with his lightning reflex.

So you did. You wrapped your arms around him and braced for whatever he has next. Only to flinch away when he tucked his calloused hand under your clothes, roaming his digits on your bare back and toying with the hook of your bra.

You shouted at him, feeling angry and violated. He simply rolled his eyes, called you dramatic and walked away, stowing your wallet in his pocket.

You contemplated calling the police and making them deal with him. Then you realize that he managed to snatch your phone again.

You ended up doing the 30 seconds. The entire time, he was licking the nape of your neck, groping you everywhere and grinding his crotch against yours. You cried hot tears when he slipped his hand into your underwear, caressing the vulnerable flesh underneath.

You felt suffocated when he crowded you to a wall. You couldn't jerk your hips to avoid his frotting because the wall was in the way.

However, he was a man of his word. The alarm on his phone went off after exactly 30 seconds, he allowed you to leave and handed you your wallet.

But not your phone.

He tried consoling you by cooing sweet nothings into your ear, it just sounded patronizing and demeaning despite his sugary words.

You managed to say through your sobs that you wanted your phone back. He tangled his fingers in your hair, pretending that he couldn't understand your babbling. Cyprus talked to you in a sickening baby voice, as if you're dumb and silly.

That's what got you lounging next to him on the couch as he surfs the channels. He told you that you'll earn your phone back after this.

He yawned, turning his head to give you a peck. "No. I don't think you did enough to earn it."

You let out an exasperated cry, asking him what else he wanted from you.

He stared at your face for a bit before chuckling to himself. "Cute."

You complained, whined and hit his chest with considerable force. Yet he wouldn't budge his hand from your rear.

"Princess, look at me." Commanded Cyprus as he took his glasses off. You did as you were told.

"Stay the night." He whispered before kissing you on the lips. "We could cuddle." He slid his soft, and supple pair of lips down to your neck, to the spot where he knew would make you moan the loudest.

"Or we could have fun 'till the sun rises." He breathed into your ear huskily, giving your ass a squeeze and your neck a suckle.

You whined and mewled, trying to push him off you weakly but it felt embarrassingly good. Toes were curled and cheeks were heating up while he slipped his hands under the large T-shirt, feeling every square inch of your skin.

You shoved him off you when he managed to unclasp your bra. Hands were crossed in front of your chest as you moved away as far from him as possible.

His face expressed disappointment and annoyance. But it lightened up when he saw that he gave you a very visible Hickey. It's sizable and dark enough that you would have a hard time concealing it with makeup or clothes.

"Fine, be that way then. You'll give in sooner or later, princess." He wore his glasses as he rose from the couch. While you're fixing the hooks of your bra, he was yawning and stretching his shoulders.

"Come on, let's get to bed. We have work tomorrow." He waited for you by the armrest.

You asked if you stayed the night, he will give everything back to you in the morning.

Cyprus rolled his eyes. "Sure." His hand shot out to grab you by the wrist, he yanked you towards him, making you stumble over yourself and nearly losing your balance.

He seized this opportunity to scoop you off your feet, carrying you in his strong, muscular and veiny arms effortlessly.

No matter how many times you protested or tried to hit him, Cyprus ignored you and kept walking on.

He used his foot to close the door behind him.

__

You were stressing over the number of eyes on you today. Cyprus was holding you by the waist as you and him ascended the elevator.

Seeing that Jane is there, souring the carefree mood of the office for everyone, Cyprus also scowled.

He clocked in for the both of you before escorting you to your cubicle, dropping your suitcase off as well. Your manager was burning holes into him, curious about the relationship between her most difficult employee and her most hardworking (yet spineless) one.

Her eyebrows cocked upwards when Cyprus pressed a kiss onto your forehead before ruffling your hair into a bird's nest.

She was mostly surprised at first, even amused. But when she saw the time that you arrived, her expression darkened. Cyprus has infected you with his disease, you would usually come in much earlier than this.

She does not need another "slacker" in the office to spread their bad influence.

She opened her mouth to comment about something to you. Sighing, you expected this to happen, it comes with the package of "dating" Cyprus.

"You got a minute, Jane?" The dreaded confrontation was interrupted by Cyprus's sudden interjection.

He led Jane into the conference room, where the frosted glass and soundproof walls gave them the much-needed privacy.

You're grateful that he pulled her away for whatever business he needs to talk about. Now, you could focus on your work, getting as much done before she comes out and starts biting your head off.

You were too engrossed in your work to notice that she came out looking quite shaken. As if she had seen a ghost.

Jane had walked away, leaving your department to work on their own without her soul killing micromanaging. Deciding to exert her power onto some other floor.

"She won't bother you anymore, princess." You jumped as you felt Cyprus's breath tickle the back of your neck.

He laughed at your reaction. "You're too damn cute for your own good."

You asked Cyprus what he told her.

"Watch my match tonight and I'll spill." He must be referring to his boxing hobby.

You asked where it is.

"Can't tell you. Won't tell you."

You said how could you attend if you don't even know where the venue is. He clicked his tongue in slight annoyance.

"I'm driving you there anyways, why would you need to know anything when I'll take care of everything?" He placed a hand on his hip as he leaned against your cubicle wall.

You asked what time it would be.

"Just get ready when I tell you to."

You said that you don't check your phone often. You need a set time when he would pick you up, should you agree to come and watch him fight his poor opponent.

"Who said you'll be getting ready at your place?" He smirked.

You said you're not going back to his place.

He displayed mock hurt, he pouted and whined softly to tease you. "You're so mean, baby."

You repeated that you're not going back to his place again.

"I guess you won't be needing this anymore then." he pulled out your ID from his back pocket.

You tried to swipe it from him as usual, but you failed. You looked up at him.

"You know the drill, pretty girl." He brought his face close to yours.

You thought about your choices. You're curious, wondering what made The Jane of your department scared shitless. You're also curious as to how a boxing match look in real life. Finally, you need your ID.

However, you could always make a new one and claim you lost it. It's not like you need your ID urgently, plus, it could send Cyprus a message that you're willing to go through this much hassle to get away from him.

You took a deep breath when you're ready to say your answer.

[tmwcs]

hi reinaa hru? My brain just gave me an idea abt heethan where readen like runs away cause she thinks heethan doesnt want her anymore and she leaves all of her stuff behind so heethan cannot like track her by credit cards or by her phone so she leaves em all behind and flies away to her parents but surprise surprise, heethan finds her and gives her the most toe curling punishment to ever exist

also can i be 🏆 anon? thanks love u nd ur brain sm! ♡♡♡♡

”Surprise! Guess Whose Here?”

Warnings: heavy non/dub-con, mentioning of punishments, human rights violation, yandere behavior (hardcore yandere) mentions of the word ‘rape’ (again, non con), stalking, coercion, force, brutality, and lots of juicy, obsessive love. Reader is a bit touched starved and this is more consensual than you might think.

“Y/n! What are you doing here? Come inside, it’s dark.”

your mother pulls you in, completely stunned to find you standing at the doorstep. With hard work and perseverance, you left college and gave up your dorm assignment. Leaving no trace of your whereabouts, you left without saying anything to anyone. It was easy, considering the change in Heeseung’s behavior. You didn’t indulge any information regarding him to anyone, not even your parents; as far as they were concerned, you were here on vacation…a vacation where you will eventually indulge and spill your plans on doing college online, and eventually transferring.

heeseung had been quite distant, emotionally and mentally. Yet his possessive and obsessive attitude still remained, but it was so different to see it without the constant indulgence of your touch, the clinging ness of your kiss, and the desire for your flesh. He has been so stoic and barely spoke to you.

You had figured he lost interest, so you asked him if he wanted a break. It shocked you that he grew angry at your inquiry, and punished you by isolating you for days. Punishments weren’t out of the ordinary, at least for him. He always stated it was to show how much he loved you, yet since his behavioral change, his punishments lacked the brutal force of his physical caliber of passion and lust…it lacked the yearn for your body, which you never thought you would admit that you would miss, considering what he used to do was flat out rape, but would transition to an equal rate of desire on your part.

when the punishments came without his usual insatiable acts, you knew it deep down, you lost him…or rather, he lost you…he lost the love he had for you.

“sorry I showed up unannounced mom, we had a random break at school and I wanted to surprise you and dad.” Your throat grew shaky as you lied, you wanted to break down. You missed him so much, leaving him became the hardest thing you had to do. You didn’t even want to think about why he lost interest…especially since he said he would love you forever. That you were only his, and that he would die for your happiness. Was it another woman? Oh God…breaching that question nearly did you in.

“oh well you should have called, I would have prepared dinner for you.” Your mom expressed gleefully, not at all detecting the hidden sorrow beneath your gloried expression. “But this really is such a surprise, I’m just curious as to why you didn’t come together.”

your countenance perks up. “Together?”

“oh sweet pea! There you are.” Your father exclaims happily, almost as if he knew you were arriving. “Ethan, she finally arrived my boy!”

Ethan?!

Your eyes grew wide as you watched him enter the foyer, smirking victoriously as your father pats him on the back of his shoulder, bringing him in to your arms. “He told me that you were going to be paying us a visit and wanted to surprise you. He said that you both will be staying the entire weekend.”

“oh honey that’s wonderful!” Your mother claims jovially, before turning to preparing the guesthouse for you, Heeseung….and Ethan.

“mmmm you finally made it. I was starting to get worried when it got dark.” Heeseung exclaims as he pulls you into a hug, kissing atop your head. You weee stark shock and would have stopped breathing, had it not been the fearful gasp that forced its way out when he faintly brushed his finger over your ear, tucking the strands of hair behind it and whispering for only you to hear…

“But now that I caught you…be fucking ready for what’s coming…my bad girl.”

your mothers voice breaks the airy tone of his words. “It’s late, so why don’t you both go to the guesthouse and get some rest, we’ll do breakfast first thing in the morning.”

his cold hand establishes grip as he leads you out into the back door. Once you were out of sight from your parents, his gentle guidance turned into a harsh drag as he nearly flings you inside the guest townhouse. Turning to lock the door, he shuts the curtains before slowly turned his deadly gaze over to you.

you laid helplessly on the floor, using your elbows to back away as he approaches closer and closer.

“hee-Heeseung…”

“Don’t fucking talk.”

“but—“

he lunges down and toward, grabbing and restraining you as you shifted and did your best to break free through the scuffle.

“stop! Wait—why are you doing this?!”

he doesn’t even bother to answer you, instead, he takes out a leather strap from his pocket, in which he used to tie your wrists together overhead.

everything happened so quickly, the way he tore your blouse open as the buttons fly off and roll across the floorboard. He used his handheld knife to cut your skirt down the center, completely flaying it from your hips. Your undergarments shredded by the pure strength of his own grip. You would have panicked and braced for what was to come, but this time…it was different. He was stripping you—preparing you for something that he hadn’t done for a while. Did this mean he hadn’t lost interest? You wanted to ask, but the sash he fetched out from his back pocket restricted your vocal ability as he tightened over your mouth.

“I don’t know what you were trying to do…putting me through that, but frankly I don’t care to know.” He voices out as he snaps the lace material from your skin, leaving your cavity completely exposed.

“haven’t I made it clear how much I love you?! How much I care and cherish just you?! How i live solely for you?!” He grits his words as he presses his forehead and nose tip aggressively against you. His eyes psychotically wide with a malicious sense of amusement. Smirking deviously, he mocks a tone as he tells you…

“Now I don’t intend to make this pleasant for you, you have to be punished. when it starts to get painful, and believe me darling…it will…” he chuckles deeply with a dark sense of evilness in his voice. “Just remember that all punishments are reminders of our consequences. To be reminded of them, is not a punishment.”

You tremble as he whispered his shallow, but truthful words before raising the hem of his shirt up and above his head. His abdominal muscles flex as he flings the shirt away, along with his baseball cap. He undoes his jeans, pulling the material down with his boxers simultaneously, right before your very eyes. Your heart nearly stopped beating as you watched the stiff erect length of his shaft pop out, poking through the still air, fully perpendicular from his groin. An image that you had been without for weeks, it finally returned to you. Could it be that you misjudged the situation?

watching as your eyes soften, he raises his brows in annoyance, growing perturbed as the level of fear remains absent, which was quite out of the ordinary. Why were you so willing? Normally you would struggle up until the tip of his cock kissed your soft spot. Instead, you lay calmly, almost yearning for it. He wondered for a moment if you were playing games and conducted this whole charade on purpose, just to get a rise out of him. Was it possible that you wanted a punishment? Why wouldn’t you just ask for it? Or would that have lacked the authenticity of its gravity? Now he was curious. He swallowed his words and inquired while untying the sash from a round your mouth.

“what the hell are you doing? Hmm? You trying to be funny little girl? Because you’re pissing me off and I have it within me to make you bleed in more ways than my normal method.” His eyes grew fierce as his Ethan side flares and takes over. Your wrists remained bonded, despite that, you curl your fingers as you try to signal your willingness.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…I thought…I just—“ you begin to tear up as you shy your face away and off to the side. Sobbing away, your hair drapes over your profile; you barely found a way to finish your verbiage.

seeing you breakdown so suddenly furthered his confusion. He was still too angry to entertain soothing you, until you pitifully spoke out. “I’m just so happy that you’re here…and that you still love me.”

his demeanor calms down and the anger in his countenance is replaced with shock. What did you just say?

“For weeks…you were different…cold and you just—you just didn’t seem like you wanted me anymore. I couldn’t take it so I left because I was afraid that if I stayed…I was going to find out the real reason behind your change of heart. I was wounded and ran due to your distraction…or at least that’s what I thought I was doing. If I had known you still loved me, I would have stayed…you know I would have.”

he remained still, hovering over you in despair and guilt. The moment you confessed, he knew exactly what you were referring to. He was so burnt out, focusing on graduation so he could be done with college, only looking forward to taking you away. Dealing with the contractors for the house, making arrangements, certain ones that held the purpose to isolate you front the world, but you didn’t have to know about that right now, which was why he was making it all happen in secret. His days were filled in preparing a future to keep you away from the world to only where he could see, breathe, taste, and get to you. Funny how the one thing that held any purpose in his life was the thing he ended up hurting.

he swipes your hair away as his tone softens. “Hey…” he leans in to your side profile, rubbing his nose against your cheek. “Heeeeeeeeey…”

kissing your ear, he warms you with his touch. Skin to skin, you are comforted by the smoothness of his frame. “Don’t ever think that. I have been busy, but nothing is ever going to take me away from you…and nothing will take you away from me. We belong.”

kissing you, you melt at his loving gaze, when you felt an aggressive tug on the bound on your wrist. “But…you fucking had me in pain when you left…and THAT…is something you’re going to have to pay for.”

you found it hard to believe, but his threat painted a smile on your face, as did his. “But I’ll go easy on you this time…just this time…” his voice trails off as he leans in and elopes your lips into a firm kiss. Your body waves against his when you felt his hands roam and explore the treasured parts of your body.

“Heeseung…please…please.”

“I know baby…I know..”

Inserting himself, he pumps the tip in and out, warming up your entry as the shifting motion causes you to lubricate, allowing him to feel the increase in moisture. Once the slickness heightened, he slowly inserts the rest of his shaft. The pressure of swallowing his cock, experiencing the fullness in your gut, and the faint sting in the stretch nearly made you tear up. It wasn’t out of pain or fear, though that would have been the case any other time, but with this very moment— for the first time in weeks, you felt satisfied and whole again.

“mmm…more…please do more…” you begged.

“more pretty baby?”

you nod as he bellows out deep inside. “Kay….let’s give you more then.”

he slowly exits before jamming the entirety of his shaft back in, electrifying you from toe to finger tip.

“Ah!!”

“yeah baby, let’s give you more.”

you scream and gasp out, tightening around his girth as your walls throb and pulsate, dancing against the harden muscle of his cock. Your toes curl inwards as you desperately dig into your own palms, reminded that you were still restrained by the leather strap.

“yeah baby? Bet you want more, huh?”

your eyes roll back as he continues to thrust at a vigorous pace, causing you to go limp and dumb while he loosens the barren virtue of your chamber. You lose the ability to speak once he shifts his position and stabilizes his weight on both knees. Swooping his hands under your thighs, he unites them together and leans forward, your kneecaps come inches away from your breasts as he props n’s steadies himself by holding them in place. “Fuck you’re so tight like this.” Thrusting away, he delightfully takes in the full view of his cock feeding your entry, the lipped folds wrapped around his circumference as he pumps the juices in and out. “Let me fucking feed you.” He grits out as he feels your hips dip down, succumbing to the intense pleasure. The nerves in your legs, arms, and phalanges grow heated and tingling; your inner thighs shake as your chest heaves yet your breathing hyperventilates.

“Ready for more?” He smirks as he taps against the backside of your thigh. You remained incoherent as he never lost the momentum of his thrusts. “Here comes more.”

Shoving deep inside, his tip twitches as he growls aloud. Tilting his head back, he exposes a full view of his Adams Apple as he hovers directly above you, nearly choking out a deep gasp as his balls pump and twitch, fueling his shaft to continue injecting the fruit of his love inside of you.

“Oh baby…there’s more where that came from.” His voice grows sinister as his chuckling transitions to a full born laugh. A malicious and devious laugh.

his gaze fully transitions—here…was Mr. Hyde.

Ethan….

[suiana]

he was there, and then he wasn't (various yandere characters x gn reader) (angstober day 3)

he was there when you first met.

helping you up after someone bumped into you, you couldn't help but blush at the handsome male who helped you up to your feet. calling you adorable with that attractive voice of his... wait, did he just give you his number?! is he implying that he wants to see you again?!

he was there when you two went on your first date.

you had decided to meet that cute guy who helped you up a few days back. i mean, what could possibly go wrong? he looked nice enough, talked charmingly... you're sure it would be fine. and if it doesn't, you could just pretend to have never have met him and go on with your life! what's the worst that could happen?

he was there when you decided to confess to him.

okay, so that first date went better than expected and now you two were dating, fantastic. you two were like two peas in a pod, the perfect duo, soulmates even! geez, you wonder what your life would've been like if he hadn't been there. must've been really lonely since you now felt that your soul is complete.

he was there when you moved in with him

your relationship had progressed really well and smoothly! apart from a few bumps here and there caused by his jealousy and possessiveness, everything else was great! he was an amazing boyfriend, loving and caring for your every need, and he was a great cook! what more could you ask for? plus that dick was 10/10.

so when he brought up taking the next step, of course you agreed! it's like being a married couple already hehe ♡

he was there when you two first fought.

okay so you two got into your first little argument... could you guess what it was for? that's right! he got jealous that you were spending more time with another man, aka your coworker!

it was horrible. i mean, isn't he being too possessive? sure, it may be endesring at first but after a while it gets too suffocating... maybe you should bre-

oh and he's already apologizing with flowers and tears in his eyes?! shit now you feel bad :( why would you even think of breaking up with your sweet boyfriend? he's just perfect for you! so what if he's possessive? you can overlook this tiny fact haha...

he was there when he proposed to you.

you couldn't believe it. is this... actually happening?! the love of your life proposed to you?! holy shit you can't control your feelings right now...

and so, you sobbed into your lover's chest, happily telling him you loved him as he chuckles, stroking your head in an attempt to comfort you. all while having natching rings on your fingers, promised to each other forever more.

and he was there when you realised that it was no more than a happy dream.

and it was the day of your wedding. the day you longed for, only for it to be ruined when you were informed that your lover had been caught in an accident, taking his life away.

sobbing your heart out, it felt like the world had come crashing down on you. you had promised your life with him and he just left so suddenly?!

maybe this was the way the heavenly beings above pulled a joke? causing you to meet your soulmate, making you two fall in love, and then taking him away from you at your happiest? whatever it is, you were now crushed, as though a part of you had been taken away.

seriously... if you knew this would've happened, you wouldn't have gone out on that god forsaken day. because while the times with him were the happiest, the times without him now would be ultimately depressing.

for he was your other half, the one who completes your soul. and when he left, he took half of your soul with him.

dazai osamu(?), gojo satoru, venti, childe, welt yang(?), jingyuan, aki hayakawa, your faves<3

[reareaotaku]

Yandere! Miles Fairchild Headcanons

Gaining a little bit of a Finn obsession & I'm so mad about it

You weren't friends, but you didn't hate each other either. It was more of a neutral feeling

It was a moment of vulnerability when he opened up to you. He just couldn't hold himself in, but he regretted it the next day and acted like it didn't happen the next day

Though, he does slowly start to seek you out for comfort, because he enjoyed it, but he denies this feeling for a very long time [A few days]

And you both become friends. You know about Miles reputation, but you don't think it's true [Boy were you wrong]

He starts to mix the platonic feelings of friendship with obsession/possession. He knew it wasn't normal, but he didn't care. He assumed you felt the same way, because why wouldn't you feel the same way? He thinks this is what friends feel, because he's never really had friends, but when seeing some guy flirting with you, he realizes that he can't be just friends with you. He wants to be so much more

He becomes very jealous when seeing that sight and goes up to you both, before taking a swing at the guy

He'd kill you [And then himself] before he'd let another man have you

You were taken aback, before grabbing Miles' bicep, pulling him back so he doesn't swing at the poor guy again

Miles goes to fight whoever is holding him back, but when he sees your terrified face he backs off

He ignores you for a while after that, but it changes back to normal and he becomes extra clingy

He's scared of you leaving, but doesn't show it

He doesn't want to be attached in fear of you abandoning him like everyone else

If you even think of leaving him, he'll gut you like a fish

If he hears guys talking badly about you, he sees red. It all becomes a blur and he just starts going to town

How dare these assholes talk about you as if they were on the same level as you?

He'd kill a man if you asked him too

He's very flirtatious with you and he doesn't even hide it

Has cute little nicknames for you; Like Princess, Sweet Pea, Peaches, etc

When he found out you had a car, he asked if you could drive him home for a few so he could get something important

You didn't realize this was a trap [You were unaware that Miles had been expelled]

He convinces you to come inside, which is where you should have said no, because you would get lost in that house without him

You follow him to his room, which feels so unlike him, because it's unnaturally clean, as if it hadn't been lived in in months, which to be honest it probably hadn't

He would frown while pretending to look, but in reality, he wasn't looking for anything. At least not something important. He would wait until you turned around to knock you out

He drags you to his bed and snuggles you with blankets until you wake up

He'll lie and say you had passed out and he didn't know why. "It just happened"

You don't believe him, but he's a good emotional gaslighter. He could make you think the grass is blue

You'll be at the house for a while, because your car mysteriously stopped working and you were waiting on a repair man. Thankfully, Miles is more than welcoming of you into his home. Hell, he'll even let you wear his clothes & sleep in his bed [You obviously don't sleep in his bed, because the house is huge and has dozens of rooms]

What you don't know is that this is all a tatic for him

He's trying to like Stockholm Syndrome you

You lock the room you're staying in, because you swear you keep hearing it creak at night and you swear you hear footsteps and the bed sink

You swear you're being watched, though Miles is always quick to diminish these fears

"Oh, it's nothing, Y/n."

"It's an old house, it creaks sometimes."

"You're being paranoid. Come on-"

He's so scared of losing you and you abandoning him and he's willing to do anything to keep you

Even if it does include you being scared of him

He doesn't want to be violent towards you, sometimes it just comes out, especially when you try to leave

[onepiecepetalfanfics089]

Hello sweet pea! I see that you like yanderes! May I request a Yandere!Luffy x Female Reader? It could be your own prompt, idea and choice of genre for the fic! (Angst, smut any one you prefer love!)

Love you like I do~..

When you first joined the crew everything was great! It was fun and most of all adventurous, you considered all of your crew mates very good friends who always looked out of you!…

But your captain was a little..too friendly..you just couldn’t put your finger on why he was attached to you. He was already a pretty friendly guy, but with you..

The day was just about to end in a warm summer evening you the wind blew a nice breeze. The deck was pretty quiet which was rare but you liked it. Staring at the sunset you yawned and smiled softly, the wind blowing through your hair.

Your thoughts were wondering just about everywhere but became silent when you felt two stretchy arms wrap around you. You didn’t even have to turn around to see who it was..feeling him nuzzle in your neck you sighed softly and put on a calm and collected voice. “What’s up Luffy?..” you asked softly, turning around to face him with a small smile.

The boy grinned and chuckled. “Shi Shi Shi! Nothin’! Just wanted to come see you!…say what are you doing all by yourself?” He asked with his usual cheery attitude, you noticed that he didn’t pull away from you which was normal. Out of all the crew members he was clingy with you the most, you never knew or understand why but he just seemed to be around you all the time!..even coming to your some nights and sleeping with you in your bed no matter how much Nami hit him over it.

You smiled softly and glanced at the sunset, finding his closeness to be a bit smothering but didn’t say anything..”oh I was just thinking about stuff..nothing much..” he blinked and smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist a bit tighter causing you to squirm a bit under him.

“Ah okay!!..well anyways Nami said we’ll be docking on another island in probably one to two days!” He said excitedly, still clinging onto you. You patted his head gently which caused his grip to grow tighter, him chuckling.

“That’s good..uh so luffy..can we talk about you coming into my room to sleep some nights..?” You asked cautiously, your captain in the straw hat blinked and his grin got a bit smaller but still smiling.

Okay that was a good sign right..?

“Well um I think it would be best if you stop that..Nami really doesn’t like it since it’s the women’s quarters..” you said trying to hide the fact that YOU wanted him out of YOUR space.

His smile now completely faded and he stared at you for a few moments. You gulp and suddenly seemed to realize how much he really seemed to loom and tower over you..

You gulp and smiled nervously. “So nami Saïd that huh?” He asked almost seriously his voice a bit more quiet. He had a somewhat blank look on his face but you could tell he wasn’t very happy.

Not waiting to get Nami in trouble or even worse..you shook your head quickly. “W-Well she didn’t exactly say it I just-” “Great so there’s no issue then right?..!”

“…..”

“..right?..”

With a nod you smiled holding back a sigh. “Right..” he grinned and stretched his arms around you even tighter for a second and nuzzled his head close to your neck.

2 hours later~

Having to take your mind off of things you were now in Usopps workshop, watching him tinker and tanker with new inventions or weapons used in battle, you sighed softly which got his attention. “Something on your mind Y/N?” He asked while lifting his goggles to his forehead to take a short break from working.

You hesitated for a bit but sighed softly again. This was kind of weighing on you ever since you joined the crew so it couldn’t help to just talk about your problems with another person right..?

“Well i mean..it’s not that much of a big deal but..ever since I’ve joined the crew I feel that luffy’s a little..odd around me y’know?..” you said looking up at the long nosed male.

His eyes seemed to study yours for a bit as he tilted his head and sat down beside you. “What do you mean?..”

You looked far into the distance and leaned back into your chair. “We’ll have you ever noticed that luffy’s acted really..clingy around me? I mean I don’t mean to toot my own Horn or anything but he practically comes into my room every night!”

You said sounding frustrated, the boy with the straw hat would not only come into the women’s cabin at night and disturb you by trying to snuggle under the covers with you. He would also just wake you up in the middle of the night to talk. Everyone knew he was very energetic and it was part of his personality but that was just weird..

Rubbing his chin Usopp seemed to think for a second and then nodded, almost turning serious. “Yea that is true..he’s always been so..attached to you..we all thought it was because he really trusted you but just the other day he almost punched Zoro in the face for something he said about you…not that it was bad or anything..”

You blinked and turned to usopp with a raised eyebrow. “Really..? What do you mean..?” Usopp sighed and crossed his arms, looking down he seemed to lean back in his seat as well. “Well not to be a tattle tale but Luffy turned all serious at zoro and I even saw him clench the table so hard it broke..he said “don’t ever talk about her like that again. Watch your mouth zoro!!”

Your eyes widened and you felt so many emotions..flattery, surprise and a bit of fear. Why had he gotten so defensive and protective?..even with his own crew mates.

You looked down at you lap and pressed you lips together. “I don’t understand..” you mumbled quietly with a soft sigh. Usopp seemed to sense your in sureness and distress and patted you on the shoulder and smiled. “Hey don’t worry..if it makes you feel better I’ll talk to him about it! Luffy’s an idiot sometimes and needs guidance!” He said optimistically, clearly trying to cheer you up.

You smiled and nodded while turning your head up to him. “Yea I would really like that..thanks Usopp your the best..” you said with a grin. He just chuckled and proudly placed his hands on his hips, “what are friends for?!” He said proudly.

The rest of the evening was spent full of laughs of Usopps silly lies and stories. You hadn’t felt this good in a long time…

That would all change very very quickly…

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.

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It was almost dinner time and you were currently on deck doing your favorite activity with Luffy beside you of course. Babbling on about some nonsense of the next island you learned to tune out a long time ago. Looking up from a split second you saw something that left you shocked.

Usopp had just came out of the medical bay with a black eye, broken nose and bandages around his arms and legs. He was frowning and had a terrified look in his eyes. Your gazes both met each other, Usopp quickly frowned even more gulping and taking a short step back. You quickly rushed to Usopp to ask what happened but was stopped by a arm stretching around your waist and pulling you back.

“L-Luffy let go! I need to go to usopp to see what’s wr-” “No. you’re staying with me Y/N.” You gasped softly as you looked back at him. His straw hat covers his eyes and he has a frown on his face, he was clenching the floor boards and looked dead serious.

“Captains orders..” he said looking up at you with a dark expression, you looked up at usopp and expected him to at least say something but he coward away it seemed. To scared of whatever Luffy had done to him. His lips were trembling and he quickly sped walk to ether his work shop or the men’s quarters.

Feeling betrayed and frightened you had no choice but to follow your captains orders, retreating to the spot you once sat right next him..just how he liked it.

Not even a minute passed and Luffy was grinning and being his cheerful self again. “Good! I knew you wouldn’t disobey a captains order shishishi~!” He laughed as he pulled you close, seeming to nuzzle you a bit.

You gulped and bit your lip, staring long and hard at that smile of his. What was that?..did Luffy just threaten you?..

Did Luffy hurt Usopp just because he tried to convince what he was doing was at least strange??..

Wrapping his arms around your waist even tighter his grin only grew and you knew that you could never escape this pirates clutches..rubber didn’t seem so fun and stretchy anymore..it seemed like chains..a cage even that held you tight. Filled with possessive, protective and even murderous tendencies.

All just to keep you safe no matter what.

Later that night when luffy snuck into your room and got under your covers, hugging you protectively. You felt him grin and gently kiss your neck and cheek repeatedly for a few seconds to claim you. Muttering incoherent words but definitely making out one sentence that sent chills.

“Mine Y/N..mine forever and ever..your MY girl..okay?..okay..” he didn’t even give you a moment to respond or protest. Falling asleep in less than a minute while holding you tightly against him.

No one could love you like he did..

@anemptypuddingcup I really hope you liked this and I’m so sorry it’s a bit short love but if you would like me to redo it then I will! Please feel free to request anything and anymore from me and I definitely will with you because your an amazing writer!! Also I know I’m posting this late but I always end up doing that with my stories 😅 I hope you like this!

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Male Monster Musume: Feeding The Beasts

“Alright boys, this is the new schedule. Per Centoreo’s suggestion and some…tweaking on my half. These days belong to you and I’m asking that you respect it so you’re not smothering–”

“Oooh! I have a question!”

“Shut up chicken! Darling wasn’t finished yet!” 

“Aaaahhh! Help! The worm’s killing me! Ahh!”

“Maybe I should since you still seem confused about your place in this household.” 

Pypi continue to wiggle within Milo’s coils while the other was trying to avoid the sharpened talons swinging at him. You and Centoreo let out an exhausted sigh before moving away from the tussling group. 

“So, master I wanted to ask this ‘communal time’ what is that?” 

Pointing at the color-coded spot on the calendar you preened clearing your throat. After all, you had thought long and hard about what would make things easier for their shared obsession. Activities! Activities were what brought the girls together, building the friendships that ultimately protected the main guy from getting hurt…for the most part. 

“Ah yes, that is the time where we all must spend together. We are roommates after all it’d be best if we get along.”

It got really quiet. Your eyes trailed from your calendar to look at the group; who were all looking at you like you were insane. Lips curled, eyebrows lifted, and all fighting stopped–it was something when they all start laughing. Deadpanned while they continued to curl and howl in laughter. Milo was tearing up slapping his hand and tail against the floor, while Pypi kept banging against the ceiling. And Centoreo, in an attempt to be polite, kept his laughs behind his hand failing to stifle his snickers. 

Finally quieting to occasional chuckles Centoreo spoke, “Ah, I’m sorry my master, it's just that seems like a ridiculous idea!” 

“Yeah, Darling, even I wouldn’t want to sit around and pretend to be friends with rivals.” Milo quipped finally reclining into the couch. Pypi did the same letting his shoulders bounce as he continued to have spurts of laughter.

“Yeah! Even I’d rather we wrestle by ourselves.”

You put a hand to your forehead as Milo sneered at the knowing smirk on the blue-haired harpy’s face. 

“Well, I think it’s a great idea, sweet pea!” 

Everyone’s gaze snapped to Smith who was sipping on a hot cup of coffee on the couch. Milo was the first to react shooting off the couch to protectively wrap around you as he scowled at the agent. 

“You!? How’d you get in here?!”

With a snide smile, Smith twirled a key around his finger before pocketing it. Centoreo turned away with a heavy huff while Pypi’s talons raked against the floor, making terrifying scrapes against the floor. Milo’s grip tightened around you as he protectively tucked your head underneath his, You looked up with widened eyes you felt a severe sense of urgency. This was how you’d get a rib broken if you didn’t calm their amping anger.  With great struggle, you pushed your hands out of Milo’s intensifying grip to straighten out your crumpled calendar as you pointed to the first day of the schedule. 

“Y-you guys! T-t-today belongs to–mmh!” 

“Me!” 

Milo squealed squishing your cheeks in tandem with his excitement before shifting the entirety of your weight to his arms. Curling you into himself he rocketed himself into his room where he cheered the whole way. 

Leaving the remaining few to seeth with the calendar that was flung behind.

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To find that the one you dreaded spending time with the most was actually somewhat enjoyable. 

“Are you comfortable my Darling?”

“Actually yeah.”

You were cooling off after the steamy environment of the open bath. Granted it was stressful back then to slap away Milo’s hands that seemed to wander. He didn’t mind it when you went to put on a swimsuit, saying something about ‘modesty being sexy on you.’ He says he also went to put on a bathing suit you couldn’t tell what exactly he was covering but whatever. Nonetheless, you agreed to indulge him leaning against his shoulder in the bath and leaning against his chest in the comfort of his room. 

His back was against the wall, his tail curled around your spread legs as his arms wrapped around your stomach. Occasionally you felt the air of his breath or the smile that spread into the top of your head but otherwise, you were comforted. His body wasn’t particularly warm or too cold which allowed you the perfect temperature to relax on. 

You listlessly tapped and swiped at your phone occupying yourself with the device as you let your mind wander. This didn’t seem so bad, after all. You had your worries, organizing the schedule, almost certain Milo would take the excuse of his day to try and force his advances on you. But he did no such thing, limiting his usually aggressive attempts to 'mate' with you to playful touches and flirty remarks. 

“I like this (Y/n).”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…I’m sorry about what I said about your schedule.”

“Is’okay.” 

What surprised you most was that you didn’t hate this. The non-scheming, non-screeching Milo that was content to simply hold you against his chest as the sun had begun to set. A Milo, that was satisfied with just this at least for now. Now that you were making way for his affection he didn’t seem as crazy as before. In that way, Milo was like a flame. If you wanted not to get hurt, you just needed to keep him fed. 

You like the ‘fed’ Milo more than his usual self. Because you weren’t afraid to let your eyes droop around him. And as you slipped into a light nap you could only hope to keep this Milo around a lot longer. 

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“Uhm Milo… maybe I should do the cooking.”

“Nope! Nope! Not today my Darling! I want to ta-earn my prize on this special day!” Milo exclaimed proudly haphazardly waving the spatula around.

When you awoke the sunlight had faded for the stars and a look at the time confirmed that you were late for dinner. You snapped up attempting to pull yourself from your grip only for a half-awake Milo to pull you back. When you reiterated how you had to cook Milo took it upon himself to do this for you; on the price that you praise him with a kiss. 

You wouldn’t be as concerned as you are if it weren’t for Milo mirroring the trait of Miia from the show–that she was a terrible cook. The black smoke billowed out of the pot with a noxious smell. 

“Uh well, m-maybe you should measure some of your–oh wow.”

You tried to advise as he casually dumped an entire can of mayonnaise into the bubbling pot. If anyone asked, you couldn’t tell what he was cooking but you hoped that his excitable dancing around would spill whatever it was.

“Well, I won’t be able to ‘enjoy’ this per my vegetarian diet.” Centoreo huffed attempting to cover his nose. He put a hand on your back pulling you close to him, “And with what you’re making (Y/n) shouldn't either.” 

Milo continued to stir his pot with a smile as he used his tail to trip the centaur, dragging your stool closer to him as Centoreo crashed to the ground.

“No worries! I’ve only ever added vegetables! Yup no meat in here so everyone will love it~!” 

He sang to himself continuing to add whatever to the pot. Pypi popped into the kitchen wearing a clothing pin on his nose as he peaked over Milo’s shoulders. Sticking his tongue out in disgust he flew to you rubbing his face into your lap as he wrapped his wings around your waist.

“Yuck! Yuck! It smells so gross (Y/n)! I don’t have to eat that do I?”

Before you could respond that same scaley muscle squeezed Pypi, flinging him off of you as his smile twitched.

“Yes, you will because in our house! You’ll eat what I cook, do you understand?!” 

At that moment something shot out of the pot, zipping past you to singe the wood of an adjacent cabinet. You looked at Milo who shrugged with a nervous smile as everyone gave horrified looks.

“Well, I’m glad I went ahead and ordered takeout.” 

Smith laughed leaning on your back, Milo’s lip puckered and he caved into himself as he admitted defeat. You felt bad his feelings were hurt but you weren’t going to put any of what he made into your mouth. 

As you passed one of the takeout containers to the still-moping naga, you called out to him. 

“Hey. You tried and that's what counts.”

“Yeah but now I’ll never get that kiss!” 

You shook your head grabbing your own utensil to take a bite. Despite being sated he was still Milo and as far as you would know: you were his only goal in the end. 

“Well maybe on your next day, I can show you how to cook. How about that?”

The smile that spread across his face was blinding, his amber-slitted eyes gleaming with a light blush.

“Okay, yeah!”

Diving into your own plates and bowls you felt particularly confident. If all Milo needed was some affection then surely Pypi would be much easier to satisfy. 

Right?

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